Hola from Barcelona! I arrived on Wednesday, September 28 with my daughter Eileen. I have been slowly adjusting to the big city. Walking, exploring Museu Nacional D’Art de Catalunya, Barcelona. Like Don Quixote, (Ismael Smith, circa 1927), I will be tilting at windmills on this awesome journey. Eileen and I joined some of her friends for a vermouth festival along the Mediterranean Shores. It was complete with music, great vermouth, and quite the lightning show. I don’t think that’s a halo over my head! But maybe at The end of my 30 day pilgrimage, it might be. So I was the only won who won a t-shirt by completing the Olympic bottle toss by lassoing 3 Bottles! The night ended with my first ride on an electric bike, and I didn’t crash. Speaking of crashing; it’s 12:30 am, Beyond time of my turning into a pumpkin. So I’m going to crash. Jeez Louise!
Words for the day: In this sacred place! Montserrat is truly a holy, sacred and awe inspiring place, In the last week of this Ignatius Spirituality journey! The focus is on resurrection and LIGHT! So, here is St Ignatius at Montserrat. He made the journey here, from Loyola, because he wanted to have a new life, closer to God. So, it was here, that he gave up his sword, and placed it before Mary. It was here that he gave up his life as a nobleman and soldier. It was here that he committed himself to God. And it is here, that we are asked to lay down something, physical or spiritual, at the feet of Mary. Abbot Cisneros lived from 1455-1510. St Ignatius was only at Montserrat for 3 days, because that was the limited time pilgrims could stay. But during those 3 days, he studied the spirituality of Abbot Cisneros, “As one of the early Spanish mystics, he was a pioneer in the use of meditat...
Word for the day: EARTH: the world, the substance of the land, Yesterday, we walked through the farmlands of Spain. It was a meditation on my days on our dairy farm in Homedale, Idaho. The poignant smells of manure, silage, the harvest. My parents were hard workers, who sacrificed their lives for their children. My dad farmed until 96, and is still going strong. My mom died last year at 92, and this walk is one to learn more about her abiding faith and commitment to the Catholic Church. Mom loved butterflies and her ministry included sending magnet butterflies 🦋 to families when they lost a loved one. Mom has been with me in spirit, and I receive her encouragement and love nearly every day when one or more butterflies walk beside me on my journey! (Except of course in winter). Our espresso machine at the hotel yesterday, had 4 spigots. As the cafe con leche poured out, my first thought was of getting up in the morning...
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