Last night my pillow started talking to me and it totally freaked me out. I had to peel myself off the ceiling. This is about the unseen. The pedestrian explanation or as close to an explanation that I can come up with is that somehow I got my pillow and head over on top of the bedside table and accidentally pushed some button on my newfangled radio clock alarm. It’s either that or the Pillow Guy is sending me a weird new narrative hoping to sway The Caminoheads story. Anyway, I couldn’t sleep after that and I stumbled out to sit with My Rebecca who was watching a late show and guess who was a guest, Father James Martin! Maybe I was just supposed to be there.

When I forest encountered this Beatitude I interpreted it to mean that if we slow down to a walking pace we will see oh so much. And that is true, yes? We miss so much in our hustle and bustle. We miss so much with our fast cars and jet planes. To walk day after day put us in a new space that had a lot going on in it. It wasn’t boring or drab or unpopulated or empty. It gave us a window a way of seeing.

I’m at the Institute today. Seeing all my people here. Now I Am just finishing up and the day is still young.

slow down loves, Felipé.