Doing Nothing

The Camino Letters continues on in my absence.  I am older.  Malakai is all grown up.  What an amazing child she is.  She has been, since day one, a very wise one.

I get emails from readers in response to the book, I respond.



And the bits of magic that sometimes spark into daily life continue on.

The Camino was really just something that happened to me in the middle of the rest of it.  And in those particular days, with those particular feelings and circumstances, I happened to write some letters to some friends. A point in time.  A speck of dust.  A note struck each day, before the day passed to the next.

Some of those friends have died, or are dying, and time marches...  it does, with all of its ache and joy and endings.

It's important not to be stuck, as Proud Woman taught.  Remain slick, not sticky, so that things fall as they should.