Miles Fly By

Moses at Mt. Nebo

At Mt. Nebo overlooking the Promised Land

It’s a long road to freedom, a winding steep and high.
But when you walk in love with the wind on your wing,
And cover the earth with the songs you sing,
The miles fly by. (Song by Medical Mission Sisters)

It was a hazy, hot day when I took this shot from the top of Mt. Nebo. I can’t even tell you what the Promised Land is? There are so many roads that would take you there, but the question is what path to take.

Santiago de Compostela The Way

The Road

From this road, it appears that the path I thread on was smooth. Paved. Hot on my feet. Vehicles zooming by. I wished for trees along the way to shelter from the blistering sun. There were no short cuts but to stick to this road until we reach our destination.

A thought came up recently from one of the articles I read.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Santiago de Compostela The Way

An elderly couple walking hand in hand

Metaphorically speaking, the road is the way to a destination. Roads have mostly been destroyed to use the comfort of a vehicle. Fast. Furious. Get those rocks off my road!

I’ve been thinking lately about my sister and her husband, who passed away recently. When her husband had his first bout of illness, the doctor gave my sister something to think about. The sickness is operable but no guarantee of a good result. It’s either the blood clot in his brain to be left alone, live a good quality of life and monitor his health.

My sister, with her infinite wisdom as a nurse, opted to provide a quality of life for her husband as she made a vow for richer or poorer; in sickness and in health at their wedding.

Santiago de Compostela The Way Fog

The fog of unknowing

From then on, we entered into a foggy road having to stick together along the path. We cannot see what’s ahead, nor can we know what’s behind us.

FOG. F.O.G. How can I eliminate this fog on the road? A light in my head and I thought. FOG. Focus on Gratitude. FOG. Focus on God. FOG. Focus on Goodness. I could think of so many meanings of fog.

Miles flew by.

Many events and memories happened between my sister and her husband. Their two younger children graduated from high school, entered university and received their diploma. Some got married and four grandchildren soon. They travelled. A lot. Two significant trips that they have wanted to do: Holy Land and going back home to New Zealand, the birthplace of her husband.

Five years. Ten years. Fifteen years.

Santiago de Compostela  Map

Map guide starting from France to Santiago de Compostela

To be on the road, we need a map to guide us to our destination to provide us with some knowledge of the place. But the path we take is more important than the roadmap. In our way, it becomes personal how we face the unknown, exploring the possibilities of quality life instead of quantity.

My brother-in-law lived for another 15 wonderful years receiving the best care one can ever get from my sister.

Back to the question: “Where do I see myself in 5 years?”

My answer: Alive.

 

This is where it ends. This is where it begins.

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Trip of a Lifetime

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Welcome to Bethlehem

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As close as you can get

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The Power of Tiny

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Thank Goodness It’s Wednesday

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Be Careful

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Going Home – Thoughts of In between

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What Lies Behind the Wall

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The Rise and Fall

I know, you are just dying to read what I am about to share with you this weekend.

Dying to read

On a pilgrimage, we learnt the rise and fall of empires, religions and people.  One particular site that we visited was the graveyard of Lazarus. He descended into the dead.  His burial site is way deep down in a Muslim section. The Muslim’s rise in power took over many areas where Christianity thrived. The joke was, as we ascend, we are called the “rising of Lazarus.”

Rising of Lazarus

It’s a tiring journey. The minute we hit the bus, we are just dead to the world, visiting the dream land.

Descend to Sleep

To go down further into the Dead Sea, it’s a long descent below sea level according to this demarcation line.

Descend to Dead Sea

This is a brief history of pilgrimage to Holy Land.

 In current time and in the spirit of Halloween, here’s a macabre version of today’s challenge. The Descent of Ebola.

Source: Globe and Mail

Source: Globe and Mail

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Keep Calm and Keep on Blogging.

This causes me to tremble

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A Pilgrim’s wish

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Star of Bethlehem: A Pilgrim Story

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