Most people don't have the luxury of just leaving it all behind.
But I did.
I feel as though I'm kind of on a path of my own...venturing down new paths that are taking me to unexpected places. It's no el Camino de Santiago, but it is the way of me, and the way that I am being led. I read today, in my book, a passage that touched me in a way nothing has for a while. The passage read,
"Not long after I sat down the shopkeeper came over to me and, yelling above the noise of the storm, asked where I was from. When he heard I was American, he expressed surprise that I had been allowed into the country at a time like this and hurried to the back of the shop to fetch a digital camera, which he handed to me excitedly. The photograph showing in the display panel was of a human corpse lying face down in a paddy field. The man told me that he and his friends had been to Kunyangon to hand out rice and cooking oil to cyclone survivors. Pointing at the photograph, he said simply, "The dead are still waiting for peace."
I can relate to this, and am quieted by stinging silence as well. I came across this movie today, not by chance I'm sure. It is a FASCINATING story of the pilgrims seeking peace along, THE WAY.
...donde se cruza el camino del viento con el de las estrellas....
...where the path of the wind crosses that of the stars...
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