Before I start on my thoughts, just want to report that we had a wonderful time last evening. We wound up at the Phoenician Restaurant at Alki Point in West Seattle. Had a wonderful meal and wine outside overlooking the water. Then we walked a few blocks for a gelato and ate that on the beach. But here is a great funny thing that happened on the way. I wanted to stop at a pharmacy to get some of my meds and while we were there both Rebecca and I snuck off to the greeting card aisle to get an Anniversary card for the other.
We met on the way to the checkout discovering that we had picked out the same card. Nice. We had a good laugh. As Annie says, after a while we can’t help it.

So I was off walking this AM trying to get to Pamplona. I was alone although I know that is not true really. It was beautiful with sun and blue sky. So, I took some pix. I said a rosary on one lap. But what was coming at me this morning was the notion that this pace of walking is the speed we are supposed to be moving at. This is the pace we were made for biologically speaking. And spiritually this is the pace of the Old Testament and the New. This is the speed at which things start to make sense. If we spend enough time there maybe we can start figuring things out. Just a thought.

OK, off to tractor around the ranch. That is moving pretty slow also so I think I am good. Later, enjoy yourself, love, Felipe.