Strangely At Home

Crossing the Port Mann bridge on the 26th and the 27th on my way to lunch with friends elicited a strange feeling, a sort of homecoming feeling.  This is strange, since almost exactly a year ago I was so fed up with this city that I was certain it was time to leave, and not sure if I'd ever return.

Do I miss the west coast?

Do the drawbacks of this city weigh less than the woes I experience at work?

Have I healed enough?  Am I ready to return?

What about Winnipeg.  What about gingersnaps?

Quality Time ... at $500 A Day!

I took 6 of my 8 nephews/nieces to Manning Park today.  Neal, Dylan, Terence, and Derek represented the boys.  Priscilla and Natasha represented the girls.  Tanis is long out of the nest so she doesn't attend events with "uncle Ed" any longer.  In fact, she's in Hawaii with Jason!  Ralph, on the other hand, is not physically able to participate in such rigorous activities.  At least not yet.

The two girls and Derek skied, while the rest of the boys chose snowboarding.  Except for Neal, all of them needed equipment rental, and in addition, Derek and Terence chose to take some lessons too.  So, $500+ later, everyone was happy.  My goodness, it must be expensive to have children of your own.  $500 for a day on the mountain!!!  Take up hiking kids .. it's much cheaper and much more beneficial for you in the long run!

Ted came along too, which was nice, because it meant that we could sit in the lodge and sip hot cocoas while the young ones were out there freezing their buns off.  Ted worked on his laptop.  I read Laruen Winner.  Finished the book, actually.  It's a good read, and relevant for me, because she talks about the "mid-life" crisis of faith.

Anyways, below are some pictures.  Unfortunately I didn't get pics of everyone.  But at least Derek and Terence are accounted for.

A Family Christmas

Usually when I travel to the west coast I spend as much time with friends as with family.  But this Christmas I decided to spend most of my time with family, and this for a variety of reasons, the most significant of which is that family's been there for me in the most trying times of my life.

This happened in 1996-7, 2001-2, and again this year, 2012-3.  Each of these years were filled with loneliness and despair for me, but even though I was physically separate from family, particularly parents, it was they who checked in with me on a regular basis, listening to my stories, encouraging me to get up again after falling.  And my goodness, the number of hours they've prayed for me, it's simply astonishing...

This is not a knock on my friends, many of whom have been there for me at various points when I needed them: Nathan in 1996-7, Rudy in 2001-2, and more recently, David.  And my response to these friends has not always been in kind, either.  I'm pretty sure I've let all 3 of these fine friends just listed down when they perhaps needed me.  No, this is not a criticism against friends - they have their own battles to fight - it's just an acknowledgment that family is important, because when it matters, they're there for me.

Another reason is that friendships seem to be in transition at the moment.  Nathan, Rudy, and David are now all married, and have their own priorities.  On the other hand, my Latin American friends are either no longer living in Vancouver, are vacationing elsewhere, have married, or have moved on to other social circles.  Sadly, I don't even have any friends at my church.  I shot myself in the foot the past 7 years by attending a 7:30am service I guess (who else attends liturgy at such an outrageously early time?), but that was the only service I felt at home in.

Finally, even though 杨 静 怡's no longer in the picture of my life, she still presents a significant challenge to me being in Vancouver.  Some of my friends are also hers, and that makes getting together tricky.  So many memories of Vancouver involve her, too, that it's hard to even get close to city limits without her image looming largely in the eye of my mind.  Perhaps Gingersnaps can help change this, but this is yet to be seen.

This afternoon I went to my cousin Richie's wedding.  The reception was held at the Sutton Place hotel, but before going to it I went to Canada Place with mom and dad, and Ted and Karin.  I took these pictures there.

First Call

Today gingersnaps and I talked for the first time since my arrival to Abbotsford.  4 days: the longest stretch since meeting her in mid-November.

It was nice to hear her voice.

But it seemed to me there was some distance evident.

Feasts With Friends

Food and friends, or should I say, food with friends: it hardly gets better than that...

Dec. 26: lunch with Jun

I hadn't seen Jun for almost 2 years, and in fact, we'd barely been in touch during that time, so to see him and eat a good meal with him was very special.  We ate Pakistani (lunch special!), at my favourite place on Fraser Street.

What a journey he's been on, I mean really!  From the Philippines as a priest to a monastery in Europe.  Then to Vancouver as a CPE student, and to Edmonton for a residency.  Now, feeling called to go and live in a monastery in Ontario but being told to remain in Vancouver.

Here's a man who in a sense epitomizes dying to self (Luke 9:23-24).  A gentle soul, a committed disciple, and perhaps most of all, someone who is open to push the boundaries and paradigms of the church, while refusing to give up on her and remaining within her.

Dec. 27: lunch with James and family

Two days in a row at my favourite restaurant!  This time, with James, Rosanna, and little Katie Marie.  And once more, Khalid proved himself to be the kind of host that's made him legendary: kind, open, funny, and hospitable.  At the end when we went up to the front to pay for our meal, he says to us with his usual smile (almost grin): "It's on me.  Merry Christmas.  Happy New Year."

James and Rosanna seem to be doing well.  It's been around 3 years now, since James began pastoring.  I always find our get-togethers encouraging and challenging at the same time.  He challenges my theological and spiritual views, but in a way that builds up.  He strengthens my faith in God.  After spending an hour or two with him, I always feel closer to God.

Dec. 27: dinner with Sanjit, Vero, and Karma

As if a lunch at Al Watan wasn't enough, 5 hours later I found myself at the Spaghetti Factory in New West, ordering dinner.  Add a second kilo to my weight gained in the past week...

Sanjit, Vero, Karma and I were originally planning to meet for dinner on Commercial Drive, but logistically it just ended up making more sense for us to go to the burbs.  

It was really good to see them.  We talked a lot about the soccerinos, and how the make-up of the group has changed.  Many people, including me, have moved on - physically to other places, or vocationally to other jobs or getting married.  For me, talking about the group in this way - almost as though it's a thing of the past - made me sad.  A part of me wants to say that once you have established solid friendships, you build your life around them, rather than the other way around, building our lives around our jobs.  But I'm coming to know that this is definitely naive or idealistic thinking.

All I know is that I have "tasted" good friendship, and to see it "wasted" like this not only makes me sad, it leaves me empty, with a sort of longing.  Maybe it's the kind of longing that will only be satisfied once I'm in heaven, standing side by side with my brothers and sisters who make up the "cloud of witnesses" (Hebrews 12:1-2).

Finally!

I'm in Abbotsford, and am looking forward to 12 days of rest!!!

I finished off my work project mid-afternoon yesterday, and even had time to crack a joke or two with some of the staff at work before heading out.  Wish that happened more often...

At 4:30pm I ate dinner in Regina.  Afterwards, gingersnaps was kind enough to drive me to the airport and see me off.

I arrived in Abbotsford at 11pm, and was really glad to see dad at the airport.

I went straight to Ted's, where the Christmas Eve celebrations were still going strong.

Finally, at around 2:30am, I called it a day and went to bed.  I fell asleep in about ... oh .. I'd say, 10 seconds or so.

Relief

Finally Christmas is upon us.  I say finally, because the last 2 months have been excruciating in terms of work.  I've never worked so hard, under such horrible conditions, and with so little appreciation coming back my way.  But it's almost done.  Tomorrow is Christmas Eve: I will work until around 3, head to Regina for dinner, and then off to the west coast for Christmas.

Gingersnaps arrived in Regina a few days ago, and since then we've been spending a good deal of time together.  On Saturday morning I cancelled my spiritual direction session and visited with her instead.  I actually met her family that day too and spent much of the day and evening with them.  Come to think of it, I spent much of the weekend with them.  Nice...

Back to Saturday, we all ate lunch together; in the afternoon gingersnaps and I went for a walk around town, returning late afternoon for a quick nap and then a big dinner with family and family friends.  The evening gathering was jovial.

On Sunday we all went to church together, and then, yep, lunch.  I think I gained about a kilo between Saturday and Sunday noon....  In the afternoon we went for a walk around Wascana Lake.  It was bitter cold, but we had a good conversation nonetheless.  I returned home early evening.

It was good to meet and spend time with her family, but I will admit to feeling slightly awkward.  We're in the in-between stage.  No-man's land. Can't stay there for long.

But her family was warm and hospitable.  No complaints.

Today was a workday, but gingersnaps drove in from Regina for lunch.  I introduced her to Alison, and together the 3 of us ate sushi for lunch.  In the evening the two of us went to the spa, and then afterwards we had dinner at a new restaurant in town.

Made Alive

My favourite musical piece - Handel's Messiah - was on tonight at a church in Regina.  What a gorgeous masterpiece!  I never tire of hearing it...

As so often happens, we are impacted by something - a melody, words, a voice, or an instrument - and today what impacted me was the lyrics to Since by man came death:

Since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.

For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.

  

These words speak wonderfully about the role of Christ - the second Adam - in God's salvific plan.

As I heard the same song in my car on the way home, tears were streaming down my face.

Another Trip To Winnipeg

I returned from Winnipeg yesterday, after having spent the weekend there.  It was my second trip to the windy city.

It was good to see gingersnaps again.

The highlight, at least for me, was a snowshoeing excursion at a park on the outskirts of the city.  It was pretty damn cold, -27, but we managed to cover a good amount of territory.  At the end of our exploration, I was surprised to find my gloves and toque sweaty.  I'd no idea you could sweat in such temperatures!

Another highlight was Stella's, a legendary breakfast spot in Winnipeg.  We went there on Sunday morning.  I ordered the mexican breakfast: two sunny side eggs, soft corn tortillas, refried beans, cheddar cheese, green onion & tomato.  It came served with salsa, guacamole, cilantro sauce & hash browns.  It tasted very good (but I'm not sure how Mexican it was).

After breakfast we went to St. Margaret's church, a few blocks from Stella's.  They had a service led by children.  It never really hit me until now, that Christmas (Advent) services are often done by children.

I enjoyed my time with her thoroughly.  She's very kind, and I like that.  She's an amazing cook.

But for whatever reason - I cannot explain it - I'm not all in.  I'm not sold.

We're going to spend a good deal of time together at Christmas.

Land Line No More

I gave in.

After a 10 year battle on whether or not to buy a cellphone, today was the day history will show I gave in: I cancelled my land line and got myself an cell phone.

More pressure.  This time peer pressure, I guess.

It was a big decision: Sasktel?  Telus?  Bell?  Rogers?

I picked Bell, because it has the best national coverage (well, that's what they say).

But more accurately, marketing played a key role in my decision making:  the Vancouver Whitecaps are sponsored by Bell, and as a good supporter of the Whitecaps, I decided to throw my lot in with them.

Pressure .. This Time .. Vocational

A few days ago I talked about pressure I'm getting from her.  Today, I'm feeling relentless pressure from my boss.

It's crazy.  I came here in February, sensing God's calling for internal and external reasons:

* internal - answer to prayer on the Camino de Santiago, a sense of vocational direction

* external - seeking to move on from a relationship gone awry; breathing fresh (non-Vancouver) air; affirmation by family and peers

Now, 9 months later, I'm wondering whether I made the right decision.  A few weeks ago, on November 21st, I had an excruciatingly difficult day at work.  I was in a meeting with a number of people in the room, and I felt like I was going to explode.

A short 3 months ago I passed my probationary review with "flying colours", as they say, and now, I find myself wondering whether I'll be on my way out soon, looking for work.

The past few days I looked in the Vancouver job market to see how things are there.  They're actually quite good, compared to a year ago.  What a massive disappointment going back to Vancouver would be; not really because I dislike that city so much, but more because I thought I was following divine guidance in moving here.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me, a sinner!

Pathway Painting

My third painting's almost finished.  According to my instructor Lloyd, I've got about an hour worth of work left before it's done.

I don't like the painting though.  Something's off, not sure what.

Pressure

I don't quite get why there's such a strong need on the part of (many) women for immediate commitment!

I've known her for all of 2 weeks, met her once in person, and now the relevant question all of the sudden is "So ... are we a couple"?

Gimme a break.

Is there no place for truly getting to know another person without using the language of "couple"?  True, am I in this for real or for fun, fair enough, good question, but ... are we couple?

Sigh.

Maybe I'm off my rocker but I don't think so.....

3 Days In The Peg

Friday:

I left the Jaw on a cold and windy morning, full of anticipation, arriving in Winnipeg mid-afternoon.  After checking in to my room, I showered, and plunked myself on the bed for a good one-hour nap.

Around 6:30pm I went to visit her.  I was quite nervous, but relieved to find out that she was equally nervous.  Our first meeting was very special....  Her real life smile is as great as it is in pictures.  She wore a black dress.

We (mostly she) cooked a wonderful meal, followed by an amazing chocolate ganache torte she'd prepared.  She's an amazing cook indeed.  Afterwards we parked ourselves on the couch and spent time getting to know each other.  It was a late night.

Saturday:

I returned to her place by around 9 in the morning.  We made breakfast - apple crisp and fruits - and we also attempted to make pumpkin bread.  I say attempted, because there was a hitch.  I was the dry ingredient mixer.  Easy, right?  Right.  Except, I put in baking soda instead of baking powder.  The result, nice and crispy bread on the outside, but sticky and gooey on the inside.  Ooops.

In the afternoon we went to what will likely be one of the most uniting factors for us, should our relationship continue to blossom: MEC.  I bought some gloves there.  We also went shopping at a big mall along Portage.

In the evening we ate dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant.  We stayed up late.

Sunday:

I checked out of my room by 8:30, and drove over to her place.  After finishing up the rest of the apple crisp for breakfast, we took her dog for a walk.  She lives in a nice neighbourhood, Wolseley.  Upon returrning to her place we parked ourselves on the couch and read to each other.  I read Kathleen Norris.  She read Lauren Winner.

I left Winnipeg around 4pm, arriving back to Moose Jaw around 11pm.

It was such a great weekend.  We took some pictures.  I can't post them here, but they communicate mutual joy.

Going For A Drive

Talked on the phone with gingersnap today.  It was like talking to an angel.  We must've talked for close to 3 hours.

I'm going for a drive this upcoming weekend.  A long drive.  Like, 7 hours long, one way.

Leaving for Winnipeg Friday night, and returning Sunday night.

44

Today I turned 44.  Happy birthday, Neudorf!

Work is miserable.  I can't trust my staff member, and my boss think he can trust me.  It's a disaster.  Pressure is at a level I've never experienced before at work.  Relentless.  Suddenly I wish everyday was Saturday or Sunday.

But on the personal side, things are altogether different, magical.  She's like an opium drug that numbs my mind from work pain.  She's like a cool balm that subdues the heat of a bad burn.

Had a two-hour conversation with gingersnap on the phone.

Got some birthday cards from family.

A few congrats from coworkers, maybe 1 or 2.

My friend David emailed me.  I'm a horrible friend; haven't been in touch with him since he got married in July.

Other than that, a quiet day.

More Ginger

So she replied to my reply.

We exchanged skype addresses, and began skyping.

Not long afterwards we exchanged phone numbers, and began texting back and forth.  And back and forth.  And back and forth.  For hours.

Then, today, we talked on the phone, for hours.

What's going on?

I'm filled with refreshing enthusiasm and optimism.  Just like that.  Peace.

It just took a picture of a girl with a lovely smile, that's all.

Winter Gear

I went to a ski swap today, but sadly, I just didn't know enough about cross country skiing to know what kind of equipment I need, never mind discerning what's a good deal and what isn't.

After the disappointment of walking out empty-handed, I went to a local sporting goods store, and bought myself some snowshoes.  They look great.

I also asked a ton of questions regarding ski equipment, and ordered some skis.

No more excuses for remaining indoors on a cold day in the prairies.  Let  it snow...

Gingersnap

I tried online dating for the first time over 10 years ago, in 2002.

I've always been perplexed by the idea of meeting someone online: chatting with someone halfway around the world, even though there's a pretty girl living next door.  But somehow, this online dating thing seems to work.  Over the years, I've met some interesting girls this way, from many places.  Brasil.  Singapore.  US.  Peru.  Lebanon.  Canada.

Well, earlier this week I received a note from a girl in Winnipeg.  Of all places...  

In her note, she talked about the Camino.  Talk about knowing where my soft spot is....

She calls herself gingersnap.  Cute.  Very cute.  Lovely smile.  Likes the outdoors.  Snowshoeing.  Lived overseas.  A reader.

I replied.

Doubt

St. Hildegard's prayers just have a way of cutting through to the heart of the matter.  This one's taken from her book Scivias, and has the look, feel, and sound of a Psalm!

O God, have you not created me?

The wretchedness of earth presses down upon me!

And so I must flee and hide myself from you like Adam.

My sinful life wants to know nothing about you.

I doubt in a sense of justice;

the battle robs me of all happiness.

Do I even know if God exists?

Where is then my King and God?

Over this past year my troubles have been relational.  These troubles have settled somewhat, and I've gained a measure of peace, but just when the horizon seemed to be clearing, more dark clouds emerged.

Work is extremely hard these days.  I feel pressure mounting, and doubt is once again invading my life.

More On Repentance...

Yesterday I wrote briefly about the connection between repentance and healing, relating mostly my own thoughts about it, and ending with a prayer of Hildegard von Bingen's.  

I want to elaborate a little more on this theme, but specifically, what Hildegard von Bingen says about it.  I'm reading Walburga Storch's booklet, Prayers of Hildegard of Bingen, at the moment, and in the introduction, Storch outlines Hildegard's basic view of repentance and healing.

God's stance towards us is one of conciliatory healing: "'For I will unconditionally receive at once, and deliver into freedom the one who has sinned'", says Jesus to us, according to Hildegard.  Jesus actually offers to suffer with us in our brokenness, seeing it as the way to obtain union with God: "'Show me the wounds of your heart.  I want to suffer with you in your wounds and in doing so give you communion with the Father.'"  Jesus' willingness to suffer alongside us displays God's vulnerability; not a distant vulnerability, but one that's epitomized most clearly in Christ's own suffering on the cross.  His suffering forever reveals God's stance towards us as one of reconciliation.  Repentance is therefore at the forefront of Hildegard's theology of both, physical and spiritual healing.  Storch continues, "Without it, every kind of healing only treats the symptoms."

Furthermore, God's reconciling stance towards us shows that far from wanting to throw guilt and fear at us, God wishes to free us from both!  The implications are not only personal, but cosmic: "Repentance is not only a healing power, but the structure of the entire world rests upon its pillars.  It intervenes in the processes of life, moving and changing history and the cosmos, for with it 'we touch the stars.'  Through repentance God brings home creation poisoned by the error of humanity."

The missing link that completes Hildegard's theology is the human link.  We know God's redemptive role, but what is ours?  Our role is honesty.  God's healing work is only as effective as our willingness is to receive healing.  When we openly admit our errors, we show ourselves to be willing participants in the healing process.  When we come to God in repentance, we are made well not so much because we are the smarter or wiser for confessing our wrongdoing, but because we showed ourselves to be willing participants in moving towards God.

Repentance And Healing

Is there a connection between repentance and healing?

Last week when I met with my spiritual director, it dawned on me in a new way that yes, there does seem to be a connection between the two.  The way this came to the forefront is by wondering out loud how long the healing process takes, and more than that, God's seeming silence on this journey.

But after pondering these things out loud, it immediately dawned on me that while I share my thoughts with God frequently (see this post), I do not spend a lot of time actively searching my heart for sins of "commission or omission".  I give little thought to repentance.

Perhaps this is a natural product of living in a culture that praises self-help, self-sufficiency, and most of all, the goodness of humanity.  But, how does this theology affect healing, or the lack thereof?  Does God heal us when we only proclaim to him our goodness?

Today, while reading Prayers of Hildegard of Bingen (edited by Walburga Storch), the prayer below jumped out at me.  It's one of a number of prayers in which Hildegard connects repentance and healing:

O where have I come from,

and what am I doing now?

In my lamentation I groan out to you, O God,

because I have tainted my understanding of you

with the impurity of sin.

Have mercy on me, O Lord,

for I have stained my soul with sin.

Heal the welts of my wounds,

for I have sinned against you.

Teach me more and more my God,

to carry out holy, good deeds,

so that my confused soul

can experience healing through you.

Conference

Just returned from a conference in Saskatoon.

A few of us from work left Moose Jaw early Sunday afternoon, arriving there around 5pm.  Our rooms at the hotel weren't ready for us, so we got a coupon to enjoy a drink in the lounge.  I ordered a glass of pinot grigio.

In the evening there was a reception in the dining hall, and I was a bit apprehensive at first about going to it, as I still don't feel "known" here, but I went anyways.  I'm glad I went, as I met a number of interesting people and had a number of thought-provoking conversations.  Ralph, from Melleville, and Francis, from Saskatoon, are gifts from God, in the way they encourage and build me up.

Monday was full of lectures, speakers, and meals - the stuff of conferences I guess...  Mostly they were good.  But I sense a massive rift with my boss.  If only I knew what exactly he's after...

Today was more of the same.  I gave a 5-minute presentation on life at our health care facility.  It was very well received.  I take myself too seriously though.  Lighten up Neudorf.

At the end of the conference I attended Mass at the downtown cathedral.  Beautiful.  Bishop Bolen is such a class-act.

A Pathway: My Next Painting

After a three-month break, I took up painting again today.  My next painting's going to be of a pathway in the woods.

Ever since I got into hiking and walked the Camino in Spain, I've become enamoured with pathways.  Reading Arthur Boers' book The Way is made by Walking last year augmented this appreciation by exploring the theme of walking and pilgrimage from biblical, historical, spiritual, and theological perspectives.  It's almost as though Boers elaborated in words on a theme that I'd grown to appreciate experientially - by walking! - over the past 10 years.  Not only that, Boers' exploration of the theme confirmed something that I'd known intuitively for years: something happens to us when we walk.  Something spiritual.  God speaks to us. 

I've experienced this Voice over and over again, first when I started living car-less in Vancouver, going to many places on foot, but more particularly this past year after moving to the prairies, walking to/from work almost everyday.  In the morning, I pray while walking through Crescent Park.  In admiring the beauty around me, my spirit is taken up as it were, to contemplate God's own beauty.  The colours.  The smells.  The sounds.

But walking is conducive not just to praise, thanksgiving, and adoration, but also to repentance, lamentation, and supplication.  The most common words coming out of my mouth while in the park are Lord, Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner!  I tell God all my troubles.  I repent of my sins.  I ask for mercy.

It makes perfect sense to me that Boers considers regular walks a spiritual discipline, along the same lines as fasting or prayer.  When we walk, as when we pray or fast, things important for our spiritual well-being mysteriously come to the fore.  And mysteriously, God meets us there, on the way.

Wakamow .. Again

After following my usual routine of going to the early church service, I met a group of hikers around 11am and went for a hike.  We retraced the steps I took a week ago on an exploration walk.

After the hike we went to the Rock Creek and enjoyed a good meal together.  I ordered the usual: grilled salmon with vegetables.  Most of us also ordered either a hot chocolate or tea to warm us up.  I ordered a B52 - after the meal.  For dessert I had their chocolate-covered brownie.  Heaven.

A perfect day.  Church, hiking with friends, and a good meal.

Now I need to switch my mindset back to work for tomorrow.  Not all is well there.  I feel under a tremendous amount of pressure.  Much more-so than when I first arrived....

Books, Chocolate And Coffee

I went to Regina this morning to have a maintenance check (and interior cleaning!) done on my car.  While the mechanics were busy working, the car dealer shuttle driver was kind enough to drop me off downtown, where I could walk around a little and discover some of this city on foot.  I accomplished the following:

I discovered a bookstore that focuses on theological and spiritual themes.  Nice!  Being inside the store reminded me of all the hours I spent at the Regent Bookstore on the west coast.  How much money I spent there!  I was quite tempted to open my wallet and let myself go here, but happily, I was able to control my consumerist desires and adhere to the vow I made at the beginning of this year: no books until 2014!  I did, however, buy some resources for work: a few books on prayer and some cds with good music.

Afterwards I went to a local chocolatier and bought some chocolate for Spiritual Care Week, an upcoming event at work that I plan to use to raise awareness of the work that we do as soul-care practitioners.

Then I went to my favourite coffee shop - a short 2 block walk away - for a cappuccino.  In the past I'd have used this opportunity to take out whatever book I'm reading and read for awhile, but these days I'm not reading much, and I was content to just sort of sit and sip.

Mid-afternoon I called the shuttle driver who came and picked me up and drove me back to the car shop.  $300+ later, my car is now "roadworthy" again.  And it's clean inside, too.

Temperature during the day is around 10C.  Winter's just around the corner.

Tomorrow I'm going hiking in Wakamaw again.  This time with other hikers.

Thanksgiving

Fruit of the harvest, displayed at church a few days ago on Sunday.

I'm beginning to understand now why in the history of the church, creation has been given the feminine gender.

Given the right mix of water, sun, and light, the earth is indeed rich and fruitful.

A Little Church

Yesterday I went hiking about nearby with my hiking friends, and on the way there I came across this small little chapel, St. Columba.  I stopped my car and took some pictures, and couldn't help but wonder what the context was at the time the chapel was built in, probably about 80 years ago or so.

It's literally out "in the middle of nowhere".  There are no houses around.  The closest farm house is surely no less than 1 km away.  And that's just one house.  My guess is that there are only about 5 other houses within a 10km radius.  There is no small town nearby either.

As the pictures show, the church is surrounded by a well-kept cemetery, with, oh I'd guess about 40 grave stones.  Some of the stones had new (artificial) flowers on them.

Why was the church built here?

Who were the congregants?

Why was it closed?

Who is buried here?

Buffalo Pound Hike

A gorgeous day to be out for a hike today.  Fall is beautiful.  Much to be thankful for.

Wakamow Valley Walk

I went to church this morning.  How disappointing to find out that there would be no Eucharist on Thanksgiving Sunday.  Eucharist means thanksgiving in Greek.  What an irony: no thanksgiving on Thanksgiving.  I've never noticed this liturgical detail before....

Afterwards I went to my usual coffee shop and parked myself there for 4 hours and read.  I finished reading a book by Henri Nouwen on aging.  Profound.  I looked back over the last 5 years or so and noticed that he's the author I've read most during this timespan.  Time well spent.

Around 2pm I escaped the coffee shop, went home to get changed, got into my car and drove to Wakamow Valley, where I parked and went for a hike.

I hiked 13k's in total.  Fall colours were on full display.  Below's proof.

Camino: Day 17 Revisited

Exactly a year ago I arrived in Santiago de Compostela.  Seventeen days of walking, covering 400 kms.  Upon arrival, here are the lines I wrote in my little blue notebook.

* woke up at 7:15am - I was just about the last one to get up; cafe con leche

* began walking at 8am: still dark - used frontales (head lights) for 1 hour

* stopped at 10am at Casa Porta de Santiago for biscocho and cola cao (hot cocoa)

* praise God!  arrived in Santiago at 1:30pm - did good time - praise

* 2:30pm - got my Compostela (certificate)

* 3pm - pictures

* 3:30 saw Leah and Cathy - more pictures

* 4:30 checked in at Badalada

* 5-7, cleaned up, shaved; Lord of the Rings was showing on tv!

* dinner at Rúa Bella

* very emotional approaching Santiago crosses on fence moved me; I was in tears on several occasoins; why?  Not sure...