Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Picking Rocks

It has been a lot of years since I went picking rocks, and it was not the kind of rock picking that dad used to bribe us with a can of pop to do with him. 

There is a tradition on the camino to bring a stone from home and rub all your fears, hurts and sorrows into the stone which you can place at the base of the Cruz de Ferro. It's finding a piece of home to take with you and leave behind. Take your happy thoughts to leave for the next pilgrims to find. Take your burdens and leave them behind. 

I wanted to find some rocks to represent where I am 'from'. I haven't lived on the farm for more than half my life but it is still where my roots are the deepest. Where I feel the calmest. It is the most beautiful place in my heart. 



So my mom and I took a walk and I found a 'typical' rock from our area in he garden. It was a wonderful opportunity to get my grounding before I travel. I also made a stop at the country church where my grandparents are buried. They were two of the most impactful people in my life. It is a spot that I love. 


Wendy tasked me with finding her some stones and I wanted to find some that might have meaning for her. I popped into Carlyle and picked up a stone from the elementary school where Wendy and Dee spent their childhood days. Then I went to Kenosee Lake and picked a rock in the sand. 


I hope they will be important rocks for Wendy on her journey. 


To end off a great day, Wendy and I put on our 'pilgrim uniforms' and went to a send off that Wendy's husband Lindsay arranged with our closest friends. It was an amazing way to end the day. Surrounded with people that we love. 


One more sleep! It's going to happen!!

Buen Camino!

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