Our Souls Hike Too
GiaB prompt #17: the soul
I was so busy looking down – making sure I didn’t stumble over a root, lose my balance on jagged meadows of stones, slip on a wet-leafed rug into the creek
that I forgot to look up.
To trust the Camino and see the trees blossoming,
the sun wrestling with the clouds like Jacob with The Angel
or I, with Ego.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
I was in a funk this past weekend, a bad one.
This morning, fetching my coffee, I looked out the window and saw a tree with gorgeous white blossoms. (Sorry, I don’t know its name.)
OMG, where’d you come from? I asked the blossoms.
I am 100% certain they’d been there the day before, but focused as I’d been on literally looking downward, on weed-patrol, I’d missed what my friend Michael calls “a kiss from The Beloved.”
In fact, it was Michael who introduced me to the Camino Santiago de Compostela, an ancient pilgrimage route. He has walked it countless times. I yearn to give it a try but, in the meantime, am content to view my soul’s journey, right here in Southern California, as a Camino.
A hike.
Hence, the poem.
Thank you, Victor Sarkin and team at Genius in a Bottle for the prompt:
And thank you, dearest readers, for walking the Camino beside me. Much love.