Drawn by a Star

Another hospital adventure this morning with Merche’s husband Javi. The appointment  is  for 9.30.  We leave Orgiva at 8am. We both yawn a lot as we approach Granada.  The snow-capped Sierras are magnificent.  My heart always soars at the sight of these mountains.  It’s a bit chilly though.  I wearing 4 layers, just in case. Javi drops me outside the clinic and disappears to find a free parking place.  I sit in the entrance area, and de repente- love this phrase ( suddenly and without warning)- a very extraordinary thing happens.  I’m visited by an angel.  Yes.  Honestly.  A large, plump, middle aged  angel clutching a pile of official hospital notebooks.  Not  files.  Notebooks. 'What a lovely smile you have,' she says to me.  'Where are you from?' I laugh.  She  laughs. ' Ireland,' I say.  Ah Ireland!’ she sighs.  I don’t remember what she said  for the next 5 ...

The following are  messages posted to my Facebook friends last week, additions and after thoughts will follow in the next blog. 4 days of poetry in the Lecrin Valley, 7th - 11th April,  surrounded by orange and lemon trees. Will I be able to stay the pace ?    The landscape  was cloaked in mist most of the time I was there.  Another metaphor for not really being clear why I had come.  Why was I so irresistibly drawn there?   I couldn’t answer that questions, but  Rainer Maria Rilke could !  ‘Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experi...