Good Afternoon Everyone,
I haven’t posted in about a week due to the fact that my life is going so well, that I haven’t taken the time to regroup and communicate my thoughts. However, yesterday in Santiago, Spain, the Pilgrimage City where my Camino walk was to end a mere 5 weeks ago, there was a fatal train crash which killed 78 people and injured at least 130 others! Even more bizarre is the fact that the crash happened on the eve of the Feast Day of St James, for whom the Pilgrimage is named! Do I have your attention yet?
Could this just be some huge co-incidence? Personally, I think not! What amazed me even more is that yesterday after I left the gym at 11:22a.m. (I only remember that because I finished with my client at 11 and then ran into another friend with whom I chatted and looked at the clock when I started my car, wondering where the time had gone) thinking that I didn’t feel well, which surprised me since I had felt so good when I woke up at 6a.m. I went home to eat, and again, felt weird, went to Starbucks for my one cup of espresso a day and then immediately came home where I strangely felt the need to retreat to bed! So, why do I mention all of this to you? Because, I just learned that the accident took place at 8:41p.m. in Spain, which is 9 hours ahead of us here in CA, you do the math! Our guru, Bill Bennett calls this PGS, or our Personal Guidance System, call it what you’d like, but it does make me feel very spiritually connected to others all over the world.
On September 11, 2001. Steve and I were on a motorcycle trip of the Southwest. We had spent the night in Ely, Nevada and used to like to get up early and ride for a few hours before stopping on the road for breakfast. This morning was to be no different, except that on that morning I woke up feeling really drained and exhausted for no good reason (this is way before I had ever been to a Circuit Party and went to bed around 10:00pm every night!!) I was usually the first one ready to leave and as unusual as it sounds, would be the woman, waiting for the man! That morning, I literally could not get myself to get ready. Steve was busy doing his own thing and I don’t think really noticed my mood until he grabbed my overnight bag to take down to the motorcycle and about got his head bit off. I remember because I was the closest to being “bitchy” as I get. I think it surprised both of us. I told him to basically back off and then said, “just sit down and turn on the TV, I’ll be ready when I’m ready!” OOPS!
So, he sat down and turned on CNN, one of the few stations he would watch. It was just moments before the second plane hit the second tower and like the other billions of people who were tuning into CNN, thought we were watching a crazy, art imitating life, sci-fi movie. But, of course, we were not. Was I feeling the event, the panic, the disbelief, the sheer terror of it all? I can’t say, but I would have to say, I was feeling something that was not typical for me.
I, of course want to extend to those families who lost their loved ones yesterday night in Santiago, my deepest sympathy, prayers and light. I can only imagine that if there are no accidents, that our attention and thoughts are being directed to that holy city for reasons that we may never come to understand, but can only trust that our prayers are needed there today, on this Holy Feast of St James.
According to the reports,
“Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy, who was born in Santiago de Compostela, the capital of Galicia region, visited the site and the main hospital on Thursday. He declared three days of official national mourning for the victims of the disaster.
The disaster happened at 8.41 p.m. (2:41 p.m. ET) on the eve of a festival dedicated to St. James, one of Jesus’s 12 disciples, whose remains are said to rest in the city’s centuries-old cathedral.
The apostle’s shrine is the destination of the famous El Camino de Santiago pilgrimage across the Pyrenees, which has been followed by Christians since the Middle Ages.
Instead of a joyous festival, masses were held every hour in the cathedral. “The main mass was transformed from a mass of joy into a mass of mourning,” said Italian pilgrim Irene Valsangiacomo.”
If you are so inclined, please take a moment to send your prayers to the souls who were lost and to all those who remain injured and the families/loved ones of them all………….