I have this one friend who is way cooler than me, and way holier and way more popular and way more educated and everything (and older! ahhahaha!). So, I called him last night. I was ready to say, “Yeah, I’ve got all these things in my life, but I’m not 100% sure what I’m supposed to be doing, yo.”
We chatted a bit first, though, and he pretty much said those things first, so, instead I was just like, “Yeah, me too.”
And then we paused. Because: it’s not like either of us have answers (especially me).
And after the pause we just talked about our lives–all the weird little pieces and the happy parts and the things we’ve recently learned about rattlesnakes (!).
So. Camino reminiscence. The “way” is marked with spray-painted yellow arrows, right? The path exists, but the markings are painted usually from the goodness of local townspeople. Sometimes, though, the arrows are hard to spot. A few times I was on my own and I came to a fork in the road and didn’t know which way to turn. Try as I might, I couldn’t always find an arrow. So, sometimes, I would just wait there…until the next pilgrim came along. Sometimes their eyes were sharper. I met some cool people that way: Martin from Ireland, a kid from Chicago (?). Then we’d find the way together and set out.
Today is Friday. Throw yo’ hands up if you’re not entirely certain of everything in your life–of what the future holds. God is still good, God still holds the future but, sometimes, we don’t know what we’re doing. Cheers to that, peregrino. Enjoy this moment on your Camino.
Let’s all crack open cheap Spanish wine, rest our feet, and settle into a night where we’re tired and a little dirty and a little uncertain but still together. We’re together. And the arrows will make themselves clear. So, rest up. Because tomorrow is more Camino.