THIS is the whisper that opened my eyes yesterday morning at 2:30. Accompanied by a thundershower that was occurring just outside my open window, its soft voice was as clear as the rumbles being heard from the lightning illuminated skies which both seemed to confirm that this voice was coming from somewhere--though seemingly without--deep within. In Job-like fashion, I placed my hand across my mouth and just listened. What could I say? I have thought of little else since. Later this day, laying aside my natural tendencies of over-analization and need for reason I simply responded within with a whisper of my own and then without via pen to paper saying: Yes. By the end of my 55th year (December 31, 2017) the road to which this whisper beckoned my entire being to trod, will be traveled. What awaits while upon and at the end of this ancient Way of St. James--this journey of 800 km on El Camino de Santiago? The whisper has not yet seen fit to reveal. It has merely beckoned. I am listening. Preparations have begun. Peace.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 23:12:55 +0000
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