I rose early, opened my book of reflections . A little ragged now , the edges of the booklet have crinkled with the rain. It falls open with a quote by Cicero.
Nothing is too hard for him who loves
Today I have decided to carry my boots and hope my ‘worlds most comfortable shoe’ with the smooth tread can cope with mud, manure , rain and sharp inclines on the El Camino.
Will my trekking pole be enough to keep me upright , I wonder? I connect with a fellow pilgrim from Ireland . She is in a hurry, and her pace urges me on. We share lives a little and find both had been through tough times. after our husbands were killed in car accidents..