Ok, What Is Boxing Day Anyway?

My birthday gift from Ivette.  A cross, a shell and a. tiny stone bear.
My birthday gift from Ivette. A cross, a shell and a. tiny stone bear.

This is a question that has been around for years. And, of course, Cherry would say just Google it man, right? Is this like boxing as in the sport? I need some help on this one from you guys that drive on the wrong side of the road. Oh, now I’ll get an answer.

No but seriously, I think that we have turned a corner or shifted gears so to speak with or blog with our group, we the ragged apostles (heard that recently). Laura’s “Don’t Worry” was so extremely awesome that it pushed us over the top or at least made evident something that has been in the mist, in the fog. We just have so much talent, and good will, and savvy, and playfulness, and universality hanging around here that it is starting to get scary, it is reaching a critical mass.

The blog gone through stages of birth, getting up and running, of reporting, of reflecting, of gathering. And now what? Can we work with whatever is going on here? Can we blow on these embers and get a fire going? We got a new year coming, what can we do to make the most of it?!?!

St. James is Afoot, Love you guys, Felipe.