Every week is Holy Week, I know. And every day is a holy day, if we treat it as such. And this is the week, leading up to Easter, that remembers the crucufixion of Jesus and celebrates his ascension into the kingdom of heaven. It is said that he gave up his life in order to save ours.
I am still at my friends’ farmhouse in Gonzales, still recovering from my foot injury. I think it’s some sort of sprained ligament on the outside of my right foot, as Nicholas Gularte, oldest son of Rob and Susie and soon to be Doctor of Osteopathy, surmised. I have walked into town a few times now, a distance of about 4 miles there and back. I can do that well enough, but I’m still not up for ten or twelve mile days. I am lightening my load considerably.
A Pilgrim friend of mine suggested I give up my pride and continue my journey using a combination of walking and bus travel. I am open to this idea, though I don’t like it. I may have to, though. I don’t want to overstay my welcome here, and I don’t want to return to Monterey. Acceptance of what is is necessary and there will be a silver lining to it, I know, as has been suggested by others. Thank you all for your kind and wise words!
I went to a Reconciliation Service last night at St. Theodore’s Catholic Church, which has been “Announcing the Gospel of Jesus Christ and celebrating the Mysteries of God in Gonzales and Chualar Canyon since 1893.” The priest told the congregation that at 7:45 p.m. we would pray together as penance for our sins. “That will be sufficient unless the priest tells you that you need to do more, such as walk a pilgrimage to Lourdes or the Holy Land.” He said this with a smile on his face, as if this was not likely to happen. Of course, I thought of my pilgrimage right here in California, along the Camino Real, and wondered if I’m doing it in part as penance for my sins. What sins? The various sins committed by most any insecure, self-centered person who thinks mainly of what she can get out of life, rather than what she can contribute to it. I try to be of service now.
I walk to town along dirt roads that go between the vast fields of lettuce, asparagus and broccoli.
They are beautiful. The Spanish speaking workers who drive the tractors and lay the irrigation pipes are very friendly.
There is a Western Wear shop in town that carries cowboy hats, boots, and western style shirts. I went in to look at the boots, wondering if any of them might help my situation. They look very heavy and not comfortable. I decided against them.
As a child it was my dream to live on a farm. I have never done so. I feel blessed to have such kind friends in the Gulartes.
Yesterday morning there was a huge rainbow in the valley that lasted for at least thirty minutes. I was amazed by its size and longevity.
All is well. All is exactly as it should be at this moment. Peace and blessings. ♥️