January 5th was a gloomy day. It is hard to be motivated to do anything in the flat short days after Christmas and New Year. I really was trying to persuade myself that I would go for the first walk in the park that would mark the beginning of the preparation for my next Camino. No use! Everything served as an excuse not to go out. Suddenly in the tree outside my window I noticed a fat robin. What really raised my spirits was the sight of his mate.
I don’t know why or how I decided who was he…and who was she….but somehow I did. I love robins for their confidence in human beings, for their beautiful fluting song in spring, for their quick run along the ground. These seemed very big to me and for a few moments I had my doubts but when one finally flew off and darted along a bare patch of grass close to a neighboring building he confirmed that he was indeed a robin. Some of these birds migrate but if there are enough berries around, some will stay, particularly in well-wooded areas. My “new” condo is close to one of the biggest parks in Montreal and this year, my neighbors tell me, for the first time wild turkeys appeared in the fall. If it’s good enough for turkeys, I guess robins can survive too.
It was such a hopeful thing to see that I finally pulled on my boots and made it to another park that was the site of my training for my last Camino, the Frances. That took place in September and October of 2021 and, like many, I became a Camino junkie. I watch lots of You Tube posts about the other routes. I was almost decided on the Portugese which is mainly costal and a lot flatter than the Camino Frances. However, I recently stumbled (sorry) on information about the LePuy route that is completely in France. It was developed by the French Hikers’ Association and so avoids all big towns. In the beginning it too is hilly and challenging but what appeals to me is the path through tiny medieval villages and the open wild feel of it.
Well, whichever one I choose, I will need to get moving again and say bye bye to the few pounds I picked up over the holidays. Back to the track I go and thanks to my red-breasted friends I did get motivated and did a measly five laps around the track. I could not climb up the toboggan hill as it was full of kids on their new sleds. No need to get bowled over, after all!
Thank you, robins. I looked up their symbolic meaning too and I am quite happy to adopt them as my “spirit animal”. Now, if only I could sing as well as they do. Another thing to work on in 2022. Happy New Year all of you.
Dear Iso, I hate writing to groups so I am just sending you my personal thanks for the pictures of the robins. What an uplift and what a good picture you too. A few days ago, I was talking on the phone (maybe to you) and a male and female cardinal appeared on our tree by the car. What a treat, especially on these days where one wonders why we bother getting out of bed at all. How I long for the sun. My sister says it will come soon enough but not soon enough for me. Yesterday I spent 2 hours cleaning all the little pieces of silver I had inherited over the years from various generations. Today I might as will just throw it out. hEy do I do such a job when none of the kids are interested to take on the job. It does get me out of bed however. Today, I will help the old lady acrosss the street make a phone book. Her godson out west decided she should have a cell phone and he put all her contacts on the phone. She has one eye, which has just been operated on for a cataract, one glass eye, one ok ear and one bad ear. She can’t remember which ear to use what button to push. She sounds rather like me. Have a good day and don’t make the next camino as long as the first. Love me