76 days …..

It is precisely 76 days until I travel to Madrid then on to Sarria to walk the Camino de Santiago.

My new backpack …

My planned route, Sarria to Santiago. Santiago to Muxia. Muxia to Finisterre -“the end of the world”.

I have been planning (dreaming) for years, training for many, many months. It has been tough and a quite the education of the inter workings of my body. I am not an athlete, and quite frankly, not much of an exerciser. But I have to say .. there is something so calming and tranquil about wandering through the nature trails by my home.

 

 

 

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my training trails ..

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My training trails

I plan to keep a journal and a photo journal of the things that I have learned, the wisdom I will surely learn and of the many people I hope to meet along the way.

After my solo journey, I will take a breather to process what I have come to learn in Paris, London and Toulouse. Probably not the best places for down time – but what can I say, I left my heart in Paris 2 years ago and I am too close NOT to go back.

So, if you have never been on this magnificent journey of pain and self discovery, you can follow along with me ..without the pain.

I would be interested in hearing from those that have made this journey, their place of origin and if their life changed upon their re-entry back in to their daily life.

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Buen Camino

Done for another day !

Done for another day !

 

… i left work early and ended up in a cemetery …

St Mary’s Cemetery Minneapolis, Minnesota

St. Mary’s Cemetery began in 1873. It is a historic cemetery with meandering hills, towering trees, majestic monuments and family mausoleums.

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                      St Mary’s of South Minneapolis is a 65-acre property originally began as a parish cemetery by the Church that is now what is known as the Basilica of St. Mary. In the late 1880’s, it became an Archdiocesan-wide cemetery.   As history states, St. Mary’s has had more than 64,000 interments and there are about 175 burials that happen each year. Included are traditional burial plots and a Garden Mausoleum.

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Wandering through the Fog…

I spent a beautiful lightly snowy and foggy (early) morning at a gem of a cemetery over looking a beautiful lake.  I must say, I was a bit spooked at times as the gates had just opened and there wasn’t a soul (no pun intended) insight.  But I thoroughly enjoyed it and wandered for sometime, losing myself in the peace, quiet and fog.

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This cemetery was founded in 1871, This quite interesting story began with several New England-born men and women who came to Minnesota around the late 1800’s. These were the men and women that helped to build the city of Minneapolis. They were progressive, enlightened and envisioned this amazing plot of land as a place for the community members to be buried in beauty and tranquility.

A Beautiful Family Monument

The Dawn of a New Day

 

Into the fog

 

And silence sounds no worse than
             cheers / After death has stopped
the ears.

                                                  — A. E. Housman

The Fog is looming over the Lake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 * SOMETHING TO PONDER *

If we really think that home is elsewhere and that this like is a wandering to find a home’, why should we not look forward to the arrival

          — C.S. Lewis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#cemeteries #photography #snowfall #lakesideburials #fog #art #beauty

                                           

 

                                                                             

 ..more to come

REMEMBERING

Remembering 9/11.

 

 

Reflecting this morning on my long commute to work.  the radio station played a 22 minute clip of the newscast that morning.  The hair was raised on my arms.

I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing.  I happened to watch the entire tragedy on TV as it was happening.

I remember the hours, days and weeks that followed and how proud I was to be part of this great country.  

I also remember how brave the men and women were that came to the aid of those victims; the policemen, firefighters, our military men and women and even the residents of New York, that opened their homes to strangers.

I will remember all of the souls that lost their lives that day, I will remember their wives, husbands, children and even those children that will never get to know their parent, because their life was cut short.

I remember and will always be thankful for our service men and women, who put their lives on the line, each and every day so we can live and be free in this great nation that we call the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

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                                       GOD BLESS AMERICA.  HOME OF THE FREE AND THE BRAVE.

An Afternoon at Oak Hill Cemetery in Excelsior

OAK HILL CEMETERY   EXCELSIOR, MINNESOTA   9/3/2013

The Oak Hill Cemetery was organized as a public cemetery during the 1850’s.  It sits on top of a hill facing the south side of Lake Minnetonka    Lake Minnetonka was a bustling vacation area in the late 1800’s and into the early 1900’s.

The first burial was in 1855, while the last was in the late 1960’s.There are three sections of the Oak Hill Cemetery.  The oldest part of the cemetery is section one; this is on the hill area.  This is somewhat a steep and quite dangerous hill in places.  The second section is to the east of section one.  The third section is to the west of sections one and two, on the flat section.   I have spent my time in only in the oldest section, on top of the hill.

Legend has it that some paranormal activity has gone on in this cemetery at night.  The Paranormal Research Society has done some studies in this very cemetery.  You may visit their website to view what that have found in this cemetery.    http://www.mprsminnesota.com/

This is just a sampling of the photos I took this day.  Enjoy

*** 19 Firefighters lost their life in a battle with the Yarnell Hill Wildfires ***

The deadliest wildfire in the last 30 years involving firefighters started after a lightning strike on Friday, June 28th. The fire spread to at least 2,000 acres by Sunday, June 30th as a result of triple-digit temperatures, low humidity and very windy conditions.  Over 200 hundred brave firefighters battled the blaze and heat.

Yarnell & Glen Isla is located about 85 miles Northwest of Phoenix, Arizona, and very close to Sedona (where I vacationed this past week).

The deaths of the Granite Mountain Hotshots marked the nation’s biggest loss of firefighters in a wildfire in 80 years. Only one member of the 20-person crew survived, and that was because he was moving the unit’s truck at the time.
Arizona’s governor called it “as dark a day as I can remember” and ordered flags flown at half-staff.

[The Granite mountain Hotshots established in 2002, were an elite ground firefighting crew known for their innovative problem-solving and history of safe, aggressive fire suppression. Members of the crew were highly trained, came from diverse backgrounds, and worked long hours in extreme environmental conditions doing the most demanding of fireline tasks.

They carried 50-70 pounds on their back, hiked seven miles or more to where they needed to work, and worked up to 14 hours, sometimes longer. The average age of the men in the hotshot crew was 22-years-old.

“They have to be ready to leave for an assignment on two hours’ notice, which sometimes means missing family events,”Wade Ward of the Prescott FD said last week. “They have to be prepared to be on that assignment for 21 days, get two days rest at home, and possibly be sent out on another 21-day assignment.” ]                        -taken from the ‘Stand with Arizona’ website  http://standwitharizona.com/blog/2013/06/30/who-they-were-the-granite-mountain-hotshots-19-brave-souls-who-perished-in-arizona-fire/

I am in awe of the courageous acts demonstrated by the men and women that fight our Nations fires. 

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“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends”.                                                                                                                         John: 13-13