A Camino Poem

If I were to tell you something of my camino you would nod and say uh huh, as though you knew it.   But my camino is a million sights and smells, the cuckoos calling, a smile, a limp, mud, sun, breezes, flowers and snails. Rain. For hours. Hanging my laundry on a wire line,… Read More A Camino Poem