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55 Days ‘Til El Camino: 10 Reasons I’m Walking El Camino

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This was from my Toastmaster’s speech today.  I wish you could have heard the Evaluator’s comments on it.  He is so poetic!  His evaluation was more beautiful than my speech!

I was inspired to write this based on an article I came across about 10 Ways el Camino “Sucks.”  I didn’t want to read it . . .  but I couldn’t resist.  And I’m glad I did read it, because — as it turns out — some of the reasons are actually good reasons for me to go!

1. I love travel. 

This is my dream, to travel.  I realized this a week or two ago when I was challenged in a mastermind to answer: What would you regret if you died next year? Travel.  That immediately popped into my head.  If I am to inspire visionaries, I must be true to my vision!

2.  It’s economical.

Sure, the plane ticket is a little pricey, but once I get there, it’s pretty inexpensive for a month-long trip!  Besides transportation to and from the airport, transportation is by foot.  No fancy excursions, just free views.The cheapest hostels are $6-$10. (The Euro is pretty close to the dollar right now.) And inexpensive local food is available along the way.

3. It’s an ancient, spiritual path.

The path is open to all backgrounds and beliefs, but honors the Catholic Saint James and before that had Celtic origins, once a born-again ritual on a path following the Milky Way.  I wish to have my own rebirthing, spiritual experience on this journey, connecting more with my purpose and with God.

4. There’s plenty of nature.

I often have to look for excuses or excursions to connect with nature.  For this trip, it’s built right in!  Though I will be sleeping in hostels and passing through towns and cities, a majority of my time will be spent outdoors in beautiful scenery.

5. It’s relatively safe.

I did hear of a few incidents on el Camino, but they are few.  Stealing is a concern, so I will be putting some appropriate measures into place.

6. It’ll be great physical activity.

I’ve been encouraged to spend time in nature and participate in repetitive, aerobic activity — Bingo!

7. There will be many people.

This path has apparently become very popular in recent years, and this was considered a “drawback” in the other article.  However, this is great for me, as far as safety in numbers, and this will be a great opportunity to meet some international folks and maybe make some friends (part of my dream!)  I MAY need to be clear that I need my meditative time, though.  I’ll need to find a balance between socializing and reflecting.

8. I’ve been advised to go!

I received 2 intuitive reports recently, and in the last one, when the conductor asked: “Is this all?” the reporter responded:

We see this one is considering taking some type of journey.  We see it would be important for this one to do this, as there is much available in terms of the field of this one’s vibration. There is much moving in this one’s vibration, and this journey will assist this one to tap into that and then draw these desires into physical form, as this one’s vibration will change in this journey.

9: BONUS! I speak Spanish.

Another “problem” with el Camino is that locals don’t always speak English.  Well, I happen to speak Spanish!  Now I have a chance to practice my second language, too!

9. It’s a great first goal of many!

I have a feeling this is the beginning of many similar adventures.  I told a friend about, it and she asked why I chose this one over similar journeys in the U.S.  There are others?? I had no idea!  More for my bucket list!

We all have dreams, we all have our own path to walk. Think about where you want the road to take you this year.

To your dreams!

Much love, many blessings. ❤

 

The Countdown Begins: 61 Days ‘Til el Camino

jakobsweg-2199824_1920.jpgAs I was planning on writing this post I realized: “I won’t know how many days until I have my airline ticket!”  So, it is done.

I have my one-way ticket to el Camino, I have my U.S. Passport, and I’ve ordered my pilgrim’s passport.  I’m on my way.

I reflected that life is “el camino”, the path, the way.  So, I will continue to talk about my life’s journey in here, as I write about a journey within the journey.

That’s all I have for now.  I had plans for a huge post, but I resisted it fiercely for some reason!  More to common tomorrow.  Buenas noches.

Much love and many blessings. ❤

My Book

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I have a book.  It is not complete.  But it is here.   I don’t know the theme yet.  It is a compilation of many, many “moments in life.”  There is a lot in my head, in my heart, transmitted — daily, and I share it with you. This is my playground, my life, my journey.  Stop by for a bit, stay for a while, revisit as often as you like.  Inspiration, insight, joy, and laughter are yours for the taking, and I’m grateful to learn from you as well.

Much love, many blessings. ❤

What Lies Within Part III by Teri Karl, Illustrated by Christopher Walker

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Evelyn swung back toward the door and began to bang her fists upon it. “Where’s the key? Let me in! Let me in!”

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and slunk away from it in terror.

“Evelyn. . .” A sweet, gentle voice.

Evelyn turned to face an elderly woman with wavy white hair, worn, lined skin, and a warm, loving smile. Though Evelyn didn’t know her, she looked familiar. In fact, she looked like she could be an older version of herself, and yet she was dressed in a lacy gown with an empire waist.

“Do I know you?” Evelyn asked.

“Not from this lifetime,” the woman answered with a twinkle in her eye. “I am your great grandmother Lillian. I’m also your guide.”

“My guide?” Evelyn exclaimed, “Then, please get me into this room!”

Lillian smiled patiently. “I guide you in life, Evelyn, but I cannot guide you through that door.”

“Why not? What is it? What’s in there?” The serenity of this woman was beginning to get on her nerves, guide or not.

Again, the soft smile: “Where you are now, Evelyn?”

Evelyn sighed. “A cave. In a room of creepy mirrors.”

“You are within,” Lillian explained.

“I am what?” Evelyn grew antsy.

“You are within yourself, the level beyond your conscious mind. That is why you can see me now. ”

“Ok. . . And that room?” Evelyn motioned again toward the door.

“That is yet another level,” explained Lillian. “It contains access to the blueprint for your life. It is not time for that yet.”

“That sounds pretty useful!” Evelyn exclaimed.

Lillian smiled. “Some things you must discover on your own.”

“And those people?” Evelyn gestured toward the many faces in the mirrors.

“People?” Lillian asked. She leaned in toward Evelyn and looked her square in the eyes. “Search yourself, dear. You know what the mirrors reveal?”

The answer came to her quickly, and she shuddered. “All of them?” she asked. “Not all of them. Not that one.” She cocked her head toward the monstrous face. “That’s not me,” she whispered.

“Everything of this cave is a part of you, Evelyn,” her Lillian replied. “Even the beast guarding it.”

“You managed to best the creature, and you control it now. But. . .” she warned, “You must never let down your guard. Do not pity it. Do not turn your back. The beast is a wily one and will master you if you let it.”

Evelyn pondered this.

“You have found your way in, Evelyn. And now you are able to return any time you wish.”

“But . . . how do I leave? I can’t go back up all of those steps. . .”

“That is what the beast is for. Command it. It will bring you home.”

“But . . I’ve maimed it. And it can’t see.”

“You are its eyes now. It will follow you.”

Lillian turned and began to walk through the mirrors. Evelyn quickly followed. They reached the opposite edge of the room, and Lillian nodded toward the door.

Evelyn reached for the knob and found this one turning easily in her hand. The long staircase rose up in front of her. She found herself drawing her fingers to her lips and sending out a long, high, whistle call.

Within moments she heard the sounds of rushing air, which she then identified as the flapping of large wings. The dragon moved into sight, getting closer and closer until it landed in front of her, now blocking the rest of the cave from her sight.

She examined its body. Its belly wound had healed. She could see the mark left from the blade, and the surrounding area still looked tender. The eyes looked as if they had hardened into stone and had a lifeless, glassy appearance. Evelyn reached behind her in a momentary bout of fear but found that the door was now locked, and Lillian was nowhere to be found.   There was only one path for her now.

She whistled again to the dragon and it lowered itself to the ground, resting its neck against the cave floor. Evelyn grabbed a hold of its scaly mane and climbed aboard. She leaned forward and placed her hands upon the stony eyes of the dragon. “My eyes are now your eyes,” she said softly. “Now . . . rise!”

In one swift move, the dragon lifted itself from the ground and began the ascent up the stairs. What had taken Evelyn hours was done in minutes, and quickly she found herself at the entrance to the cave. The dragon took her out, into the night – it was evening now – and dropped her off at the top of the cliff, at the edge of the hidden path. She dismounted and then watched as the dragon returned to the entrance of the cave. It stood as a stone-still sentinel, no longer to keep her out, but any other entity that might try to enter. She took the path back to the gravel road, following it up to her house. Quietly, she entered and tiptoed up the stairs. She dropped, exhausted into bed, and fell into a long, deep sleep.

Much love!  Many blessings! ❤

Story Saturday/Sunday: What Lies Within Part II

The continuation of What Lies Within by Teri Karl, Illustrated by Christopher Walker

Evelyn was surprised to see a faint glow coming from below. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she was even more astounded that a set of steep steps were now visible, swirling downward into the abyss.   She closed her eyes for a moment, took a few deep, and slowly began the descent. It appeared the journey had just begun.

Though Evelyn was fairly athletic, with good balance, she wasn’t thrilled to be walking down a damp stone stairway with limited vision. Soon she began to lose track of the number of steps she had taken and began to grow impatient with the time it was taking. She paused as a momentary bout of panic swept her body.  She took in the darkness and felt the humidity hanging heavily on her skin. “Am I claustrophobic?” she suddenly wondered as her eyes blurred and the cave seemed to contract, tightening around her like a large earthen black casket. She quickly closed her eyes again and took some deep breaths. “No, you’ve never been claustrophobic,” she reminded herself.   She squinted at the light ahead of her; it didn’t seem any closer than when she’d started. “Nevermind,” she told herself, “We’re finishing what we started today.” Re-centered, she continued on.

She focused on her breathing. The steady flow in and out comforted her, and she began to hum to herself. She chuckled at the songs that popped into her head, old melodies her mother used to sing to her when she was a baby, a jingle from one of her first baby toys, the tune from her first jewelry box. Some songs were sweet and old.  She had no idea where they’d come from.  Soon she was lost in a musical reverie, but this was disrupted by the sound of a whisper near her ear.

Where are you going?

She froze. Though it was dark, she could clearly see enough to know there was nothing but steps behind and in front of her. Had she misheard? She continue onward, but the voice returned:

Where are you going?

“This is crazy,” she thought, “Should I answer back to nobody? Or am I speaking with the cave?”

“Leave me alone!” she shouted. And she found the will to move a little faster.

Though she continued to hear the whisper, she didn’t falter, now more determined than ever to reach the bottom. She could feel the quiet fury of whoever or whatever was speaking to her as she quickly moved down the stairs. She felt the rush of wind, as though someone was shoving past her; she thought she caught a flare of green and purple.

And then, just like that, the stairs ended.

Her feet met flat ground, but the momentum propelled her forward, sending her flailing into a door.

A door? In a cave?

Light was streaming out from the cracks of the door frame. Evelyn reached for the doorknob and then hesitated. She turned back to face where she’d come from, gazing up toward the many, many flights of stairs. “I’ll never make it back,” she thought. Shaking her head, she resolutely turned back to face the door. “I can’t think about that now.”

She swung the door open and entered the room. She gasped in surprise at the faces staring back at her.

She was in a room of hanging mirrors. There were thousands of them, facing many different directions. But instead of seeing her own reflection gazing back at her, Evelyn saw thousands upon thousands of other faces. Evelyn began moving through the room, pushing through the mirrors and looking for an exit on the other side. She was disturbed to notice that the faces mimicked her every expression and movement. She abruptly stopped her forward motion and spun in a circle, studying the faces around her. There were faces of every sex, age, race, and nationality. Some were familiar, but most were unknown. She recognized her parents, cousins, friends and coworkers. Some faces were kind, others full of joy and laughter. Some were serious, and others . . . cruel. Many were completely foreign, but there were those who felt incredibly familiar, like she’d really loved them once. And others felt like they were her.

That was all she could take. She started again, running blindly through the maze of mirrors, aiming for the nearest wall and hoping to find another door. Finally, she reached one of the walls — and a door! This door was a gleaming white that radiated with a blinding intensity. She could tell there was an immense and powerful source behind it. She eagerly tried the doorknob, but it was locked. There was a keyhole, but she had no key. She jiggled the door handle in frustration, and as she did so, her skin began to prickle. Someone was watching her, one of the faces in the mirrors.

She steeled herself and ever-so-slowly turned around, then screamed in terror at the face staring back at her. It was her face.  But the face was a corrupted, monstrous version of her own.

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Part III continued next week.

Much love, many blessings! ❤

Story Saturday/Sunday: What Lies Within by Teri Karl, Illustrated by Christopher Walker

Announcing a new collaboration between me and Christopher Walker!  The start of many works!  Enjoy. . .

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Evelyn had never looked in the mirror. She never even noticed that she omitted this. But perhaps she was afraid of who she might see? Most considered her lovely, with her long, dark reddish-brown hair, dark brown eyes, olive skin, medium height and medium build. She simply did a quick check on her hair and makeup in the morning. That was enough.

But this morning she hadn’t even done this.  She was up early after a restless night. She wore khaki cargo pants, a T-shirt, and her hiking shoes and tied her hair back into a tight ponytail.  Then she grabbed her pocketknife from her drawer and zipped it up in her pocket.  This was it. Today Evelyn faced the dragon. “I should not be afraid,” she thought. Nothing in the world seemed to frighten her. But she could feel something — deep down she feared the dragon. She waited until first light and crept out of her house, silently closing the door behind her so as not to wake anyone.

A gravel road led down to the water, but she turned off and searched in the brush for the hidden path that led down to the cave. She quickly found some foliage that was a little younger, a little newer, and she brushed it aside, branches snapping in her wake. This was it. She had traveled this way once before quickly turning back.   Not this time. She slowly adjusted her steps to the descending terrain, now turning and leaning her body to the side as she slid down the steep bank. Suddenly, she lost control and felt herself drop, dust and dirt spraying as she landed at the bottom. The cave was just 100 feet in front of her.

Evelyn hoped her approach hadn’t been noticed. She planned to catch the creature by surprise. She resumed her slow creep forward; he entrance to the cave was large and dark, a gaping mouth that looked ready to swallow her, but it clearly ran deep, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Suddenly a large shape loomed in front of her. Surprise was not an option. The beast was 2 stories high. It’s bat- like wings slowly flapped outward as it raised its head and let out its battle cry.

Evelyn felt the force of the heat.  She dropped to her knees and covered her ears as the screeching pierced the air and shook the ground. But she quickly returned to her feet to face the dragon. Though the dragon glared at her menacingly with its steely red eyes, she was surprised to find she was not afraid.  The dragon opened its mouth and prepared to fire, but Evelyn was ready, retrieving her blade, she held it in her fist, tucked her body, and charged the large beast. The startled monster choked on its own smoke, watching her form hurtling towards it. It rose up, knocking its back against the ceiling of the cave, and Evelyn narrowly avoided the dragon’s feet as she slashed upward, holding tight to her knife and thrusting it quickly into the dragon’s belly. It howled in agony and its eyes burned red. Evelyn stepped out of the way as it dropped, flopping down and curling into a ball, nursing its bleeding belly. Evelyn didn’t hesitate. She rushed at its head and quickly pierced its eyes. The pitiful beast let out another screech and raised itself thrashing, blindly into wilderness, away from the cave.

The entrance was open now.   Evelyn peered down into the cave.  What had the dragon been protecting?  Worse, what was she really afraid of down there?

Look for “Part II: The Cave” next week for Story Saturday/Sunday.

Much love and many blessings. ❤

A Couple’s Dharmas

ID-100259109Dr. Barbara asked me to write up what I’d shared during the conclusion of the Dharma Spiritual Focus Session I attended with Brian two weeks ago.  She’s thinking about using part of it in one of her future books, and I am excited to offer you a preview. . .

A few weeks ago Brian and I both got our dharma reports. This was an incredible blessing for me. I’d been waiting a year to receive my report, and even more than this, I was thrilled that Brian had agreed to visit the college to get his. Whatever happened, I was just glad that he had come, that he would get to see what I see and experience what I experience when I go on a weekend. From now on, when I talk to him about my weekends, he’ll have a better picture.

I was even more amazed and grateful when I actually heard Brian’s report. Tears flowed down my face from the moment Dr. Barbara started reporting. It’s a beautiful report and a beautiful dharma. But not only that, it fits perfectly with mine.

My report says that I need to evolve my dharma. My dharma is described as “justice”, and in my past lives, I’ve been a champion for others, defending the accused and rescuing others from tyranny. I carried into this lifetime a desire to “right wrongs” and “fix” things. My report says that I need to focus on understanding kharma this lifetime. I’m good at identifying effects, but I need to stop judging them, stop looking for what’s “wrong.”. Instead, I need to respect and allow the law of cause and effect, observe and understand the ebb and flow of the results of the choices that are made.  From there I am to envision what choices can be made, what can be created, so that I can create productive changes in my life and help others do the same.

What I need is a change of perspective . . .

And that’s Brian’s dharma: “evolving into perspective.” It is activated through the triad of sustainability, attentiveness, and a sense of humor. Brian’s dharma is also about change and helping others grow:

“The ability for change to occur lies in this one’s Dharma. The ability to see things differently, to have a sense of respect, a sense of dignity personally in terms of the individual, and then to develop this into a perceptiveness in the thinking that allows for different outcomes, different possibilities, for different choices then to be made that can cause improvement, growth, sustainability, humor, and the attentiveness necessary for something to come about.” (9-12-15-BGC-DRC-10)

I have now listened to our reports many times and continue to understand them on a deeper level. At first I recognized how his expanded perceptiveness was a key to the evolution of my judgementalism. Then I was struck by how his “sustainability” and expanded “perceptiveness” had been pivotal in the survival of our own relationship. Finally, I recognized that both of our dharmas are in a state of flux and share a common ideal. Together we can be instruments of awareness, understanding, and growth for the world.

Love, light, and many blessings to you all!

 

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