A thirteen-year-old and his middle-aged father walk the ancient pilgrimage Road to Santiago de Campostela. Intentional travel? An journey into adulthood? A new beginning? A great adventure? Time will tell.
Very much enjoying brooding spiritual quality of blog to date.
More Rilke, suitable for the conditions ...
My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance And charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, We already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave ... But what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Very much enjoying brooding spiritual quality of blog to date.
ReplyDeleteMore Rilke, suitable for the conditions ...
My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has inner light, even from a distance
And charges us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
We already are; a gesture waves us on answering our own wave ...
But what we feel is the wind in our faces.
Blisters?
I like the Rilke. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI have one blister that comes and goes, but Nico does not have any.