It’s just a story…

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I’ve been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything
If you’ve got no one to tell them to.

Brandy Carlile

The first post after a busy weekend – a trip home, time spent with the boys, good friends, and work.

I again had to explain my writing (on the blog), and then today, on the way here, Brandy Carlile’s song played on the radio, and reconfirmed my belief in stories, and that they should always be told.
What a twisted, traumatic world we’ll have if we only entertained the stories we liked, the stories that didn’t cut a little deeper, the stories that we grow through?
Not telling a story, if I may borrow an idea from the song, doesn’t mean it’s not there to read. All of the lines across your face will still tell a story…my thinking’s just: if your story’s left merely to the lines across your face, what is being read?
I prefer telling my story myself.

You see the smile that’s on my mouth
It’s hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessed
They don’t know my head is a mess
No, they don’t know who I really am
And they don’t know what I’ve been through.

Brandi Carlile

I got my visa on Friday – shoutout to the friendly guys at BLS and the Spanish Embassy for an incredible turnaround time.
Now, I really only wait…in just under two weeks I’ll be heading off, and tomorrow it’s exactly two weeks before I’ll take my first steps on the Camino Frances.

Upon my return today, the serenity once again washed over me like a massive wave – I’m still unable to fully explain what this little town (and, no doubt, the people here) has done for me and meant to me.
I had dinner at home and strolled down to the pub for a wee tipple, and was greeted like an old friend.
We talked about everything – from Mark Batchelor to Johnny Clegg (RIP), to our favourite meat cuts, and the small towns I’ve been to (mostly on my motorcycle trips). The owner and I (publicans always revert to their common interests, challenges and ideas) discussed our respective businesses, and the challenges we face.
I really do not know these people well, but I looked forward to, and it was indeed great seeing them again.

Tomorrow my friends, the McFarlanes, arrive for a short visit, and I look forward to having them here – I sometimes really miss familiar faces. I have no doubt that it’ll be a big piss-up – I have a bottle of Jagermeister that’s been travelling with me for more than a month, and it’s still unopened. The McFarlanes will, no doubt, make work of this sad state of affairs!

I haven’t had my morning walk since Friday, so I can’t wait to hit the gravel roads tomorrow. Walking has become a very valuable reflective activity, and I plan to keep it up post Camino.

But for now, I’m going to sit back (already got the trusty Defy Magic going), pour a glass of red wine (spare a thought, it’s not going that smooth with my ‘red wine training’), put on some easy tunes, and take out a book.

My story doesn’t start with this blog.
It’s almost 43 years ‘long’.
And while I plan to attempt better ‘plot’ and ‘character’ development for the chapters ahead, I’m more than content with the chapters behind me. I could not have asked for better plots and characters than those I’ve been blessed with in my live.
All of them.
Every single one.
No regrets.

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