We had a terribly smokey night although at the moment the air is clear. There are fires in Eastern and now Western Washington. The strong winds are fanning the flames and blowing the smoke around the State. Hopefully this will all improve.

I am a little preoccupied with this but trying to break away to be with you. One thing that came in was, it was an amazing thing, was that Padre dreamed up a poem about me. And now instead of being preoccupied now I’m self conscious. Geez, cut it out. I was trying to get it here to the post but as of yet can’t navigate that. Maybe I will try again.

Well that is not in the cards for today. I can’t figure out how to move it here to the post. So, just as well for I never had a poem written about me and I am trying to get used to that. Thank you Padre though.

So, I have been thinking a lot about the words and ideas from White Eagle in yesterday post. I feel like I am still digesting her words bu t we will go back there soon. For now I think that I will go.

concerned loves, Felipé.