I am going to go back a week and share my journal entries from the second night.
I’m not sure if it is the jet lag or the caffeine I had at 3:30 but I am up at 4:00am, wide awake, so I thought I would write the first post.
It started the day before we left. Jim was running last errands and my car broke down-overheated. I borrowed my neighbors truck- thanks Rori- and was driving to go rescue him and all I kept thinking was we have too much to do for this to happen today. The tow truck was going to be four hours. I wanted to find a different tow truck, no matter what it cost…that’s when I realized how often I want to exercise my place of privilege when I am inconvenienced or uncomfortable. Privilege…what does it mean and how can I use it for good in this world not for my advantage?
Patience is the other word that comes to me. Waiting for the tow truck, waiting in Atlanta 90 min…no 21/2 hours…no 6 hours for our flight, waiting is something we do a lot of in life. I think patience is more about how you wait.
I think we will learn a lot about these two words this year.
Walking the Camino to me is symbolic of learning lessons as we journey. But we don’t have to be on a trail in Spain to do that. We can be on I-90 or in the Atlanta airport.
Happy Journeying.

