A Disjointed Time

Its now more than a month since we loaded our bike in Thessalon and came home to walk mom’s last days with her. If we had finished our ride we would have returned to Ontario last Tuesday, but those plans were just not to be.

The unplanned month at home has left us feeling a little disjointed, a little lost. We are people who work closely with our calendar and are likely most comfortable with a rather full one. For the past month, the calendar has been empty. There have been lots of things to do, a funeral to plan, visitors to entertain, invitations for meals and fires, a dog to baby sit, coffee to drink. J has done a couple of days in her pottery. I’ve built a new work bench for her and installed a kitchen sink for washing up her clay spattered tools. I’ve picked up a bit of consulting work, visited some farms, balanced some rations. A quite a number of books have been read and some naps taken.  But until this past weekend the calendar was pretty much empty.

Its a weird place to be, to get up in the morning with nothing scheduled, the day ahead with no firm plan, no commitments, no deadlines. Almost like we are still on some sort of pilgrimage, in a liminal place, neither here nor there, an in between time.

11907367_10153537011289464_4163995848782596250_nThis past weekend I officiated at a wedding on Saturday and preached at a church looking for an interim on Sunday. It was good to preach again, good to feel like there was some purpose in life, something to rush about for.

I don’t think I’m ready to retire yet.

The Way

On Friday night we went to London to watch “The Way”, a new Martin Sheen movie that tells the story of a father who spreads the ashes of his dead pilgrim son along the Camino de Santiago. We did not go to see the movie as much as to relive the experience and the scenery that the movie depicts. We went to be reminded  our own experience of the Camino.

As we sat together in a nearly empty theater, that had not been changed in 40 years, we did indeed rekindle some of our experiences. We saw Sheen in Burgos, in a restaurant that we had been inside; in Leon, on the  plaza in front of the cathedral that we had explored; in the ancient village of O’Cebrero; and of course in the cathedral in Santiago. The movie did a good job of capturing the flavour of the Camino and the relationships that can be built there.

The story itself was a little lame and predictable, but, we weren’t there for the story.

After the lights came up, I asked the folks behind us if the movie had inspired them to walk the Camino. They all said yes, but most seemed to have a convenient excuse that would keep them from actually doing it.

We went away, wondering, all over, what happened to us on that journey and feeling like we really need to go and do it again. (maybe)