Wednesday was such a powerful day for me. This morning, Friday morning, seems quiet and peaceful. Almost too quiet, too peaceful seemingly. But every day can’t be a rip roaring powerful day. It would be too exhausting for one. And other things need to take place as we go, quiet things.

Processing needs to take place. How to we fit new ideas, concepts and experiences in our little brain needs a little quiet time. Thinking of our two and a half year old grandson trying to make sense of Face-timing with grandma. After his visit here recently I think he is getting the idea that when he FaceTimes he goes to grandma’s house or Juju’s, as he calls her. Juju doesn’t just live in the computer like some cartoon character.

Quiet time is a time of contemplation and prayer. I’m sure that means a lot of different things to different people. But to me one of the important things that I always go away with is the realization that so many people are praying for me, wishing me well. It is a realization that I exist in a web of good intentions. The idea that we exist in a flow of pilgrims or a cloud of believers are other ways to express the idea of being connected. Maybe that should be a capital C, Connected! Hmm, that’s pretty good.

Time to go, get a move on it, bills to pay, projects to work on. Where did that quiet time go? Connected Love, Felipe.