By Maryanna Gabriel
It is a day for making Chai. Some days are. Stormy and blustery yet surrounded by the promise of spring. A closer inspection of my garden patch revealed the onion sets had vanished. I looked more closely. So had the peas for that matter. Dang. What critter would do that?
A movie had caught my eye and a trip to town was in order. The Way, My Way was made by Australian, Bill Bennett, about the Camino. It received good reviews. I bought my ticket and plunked down and as I watched, proceeded to bawl my eyes out. The plot was not complicated - a curmudgeon who does the Camino Frances finishes a better man. Why did I cry? The fact I had done it? How much it reforges one? My book? All of this, I suppose. And an indescribable something more. The mystery perhaps of how miracles and synchronicities work.
No one has approached me about making a movie. Yet. How did Bennett do it? After his journey, he wrote the script himself. Hmmm, she thought as she bent to replant her peas, this time under a protective cover.