It’s airport time again.  I finally have the energy to do some writing.  So here are two experiences from yesterday.

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It was quiet in the morning in Barcelona Cathedral.  I’m happy that Jagger too feels the wonder of sacred spaces, whether it’s a church or someone’s laundry hanging from a high balcony.

Yesterday, I posted six photos of the cathedral that for me capture the spirit of the place.  There was vastness in the sanctuary, a soft light, silence.

A curving walkway went behind the altar, and back there this is what I saw:

Whether you’re a Christian or not, we can all feel the pain of the man.  I stared upwards.

And upwards again …

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And then there’s Part Two of my reminiscing!  Why the exclamation mark, you ask?  It’s a funny story.

Some of us in the Evolutionary Collective have taken on a heightened responsibility.  We’ve agreed to be at certain meetings on Zoom, unless there’s an emergency.  And a vacation in Barcelona doesn’t qualify!

I had a choice yesterday.  Come online at 5:00 pm for an hour … or show up at 2:00 am.  Since most of our members live in North America, the times are most friendly for them.

While Jagger was exploring the Gaudi beauty of Park Guell, I went searching for a place that (1) had Internet and (2) was quiet.

Google Maps pointed me to a “park” but when I entered a custodian waved me away.  “Privato!”

I roamed the streets and found a kids’ park.  Didn’t meet the “quiet” requirement.  But just down the path was an empty dog park.  Perfect.  I sat and waited for 5:00.

At 4:50, here came a dog and their owner.  He was calm … actually both of them.

But then, at maybe 4:57, as I was already online for the meeting, a second dog reared its lovely head.  Now the barking!

I was on mute as the teacher started talking and some participants were sharing.  But I knew the time would come when I’d be paired with one person or two for a practice.  I smiled at the possibilities.

By the time I unmuted, six dogs were flying around the small park, chasing each other and making their presence known verbally.  I explained the situation to my partners.  They too smiled.  “A dog just blasted by my left foot!”

When the meeting ended, the dog count was down to two … and a fine time was had by all.  Now I’m laughing.

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On to tomorrow and more Barcelona memories