A little prayer that I found in a cookbook, from my Grandma Clifton...

Give us a sense of humor, Lord, that we will not see ourselves and our concerns as the center of the universe. 
Let us not take ourselves too seriously, lest we ignore another's needs. 
Give us the gift of kindly laughter, a smiling countenance turned hopefully toward the future. 
Amen. 

My Grandma Clifton, helping me with my new doll, Margret Ann.

Christmas on Spaulding Street, probably around 1962.

The Way to Kapoho.

This is such a strange name for a blog.  As I prepare for our journey on El Camino de Santiago, it occurred to me that a blog will keep my trivia away from Facebook, but still available for anyone who may want to join our travels.  But this journey is only a portion of our lives.
My intention, via this blog, is to share a selection of my adventures, ruminations, fears and feasts.  These may be on the road, in the garden, at the theater or in the kitchen.  Snippets of life, from the keen workings of my brain...and my heart.
My first posts will be infantile.  Blogging is completely new to me.  Will I have the courage to be honest?  Will I remember to keep my humility, and my humor, intact?  Who knows? I certainly don't.

In preparation for El Camino de Santiago, we are finding 

really nifty spots along the Puna coastline.