I never thought of it in those words or terms but Catherine put those words on it this morning. I said does that pay good? She said no. Hmm. But the idea that my visits to the Institute have turned 180 degrees for me is an interesting phenomenon.

To find the joy in the mess of it all is a treasure. I have a friend Joy who writes to me about finding the joy. That’s good, right? Somehow things reach a tipping point and something different appears. Hmm.

How does that work? It is magical realism maybe. A sort of positivity and humor that pervades everything if you look hard enough. But you have to know to look, that is key. Sounds so elegant.

Well, Marine Corps Birthday today. I think it is the 244th. Sort of a big deal in certain places and with certain people, the celebration that is.

Sunday walk in a few hours. Catherine and Dana are coming and you know they are always fun. Remember starts at 1530.

Yea, a rainy morning here on the Island. Most of us are hunkered down with a college football or basketball game on. The Farmers Market has moved to a more sheltered area, though they still have stuff to eat but toward the end of their season.

Yea, so we are here with the blog and I have redeem myself for all the shorty sunny weather posts that I’ve put out over the last few weeks. Now the serious blogging season starts. Now the good stuff should come out, hopefully.

Had a dream last night about three very tall men arriving at my house. Despite my original fear I did answer the door and went out among them. I had to have one of them sit down on the bench there as he was just too tall. Maybe this was a Father, Son and Holy Spirit trio?

They were moving me out of my house. And I was trying to clean up after myself and it was all very anxious with little time. I finally awoke and was relieved that it was “only” a dream and I could relax.

Seems as though I am going to die to something or move on to something else. OK, interesting. That is the way I am seeing it at the moment, Sort of heavy duty.

OK, what do I follow that with? Well, I am happy to report that I am finally seeing my visits to the Institute as a place for a salon. Just as the walks here have turned into a salon. Interesting people and ideas come and go and everyone prospers. That is an incredible turn as in time past it was hard for me to enter those doors. I would have to talk myself into it each time as chemo is such a chore. Now all of a sudden it is a joy to go in! Huh?

OK, so such is my life. Just reporting on the happenings as I try to navigate through this tangle. I am blessed beyond everything. Thanks for being here.

blessed loves, Felipé.

For the Blog:

In August of 2002, here in Ramona, a small housing development won the battle. An open field with three majestic Eucalyptus trees, one which had provided a home for a family of hawks for nearly a decade, all met their fate. To drive by that area now, one would never know of those tall sentinels which once stood there so proudly. In my desire to honor their spirit, I wrote this poem shortly after their presence no longer graced the horizon…

Remembering the Three

In a field near the road
Standing,
Through the years we could see
Their branches lifted skyward
Reaching,
Towards the heavens I believe

The hawks in the air
Enjoying,
And raising up their young
In the leaf cover of springtime
Shading,
Their little ones from the sun

But those days now are over
Providing,
Us their beauty in their scenes
These majestic three
Losing,
The battle of man armed with machines

Their great bodies ripped out
Lying,
Now piled pieces upon the ground
In their silence my heart
Aching,
In the wind there is no sound

Will man ever stop
Taking,
What nature so freely will share
And see the value in
Protecting,
Such things that are precious and rare

Soon new houses will be
“sprouting”
To cover land purchasing costs
And I with much sorrow
Knowing,
That what once was, is now lost

Rho Densmore
CSWBC

Debra’s recent blog post

There a nice Camino story from Debra Jarvis. I finally got to met with her Wednesday at the Institute after she is back from the her Camino. And it’s more than a nice story. It is evidence of the great value of lessons learned there.

I’m not sure how long Debra will be blogging at that particular site but you could look there for a while. She definitely has more to say as she unpacks from her trip. We will be working with her here maybe also.

Then on Wednesday I got a chance to spend some time with a woman named Damayonti. I hope that our opening conversation will lead to more in the future. So, maybe more to come on that also.

Here is a good one. There is a ukulele club at the Institute that meets Wednesday afternoons. How about that? That would be a fun thing to do while I am there. Man, I have to get practicing.

OK, time to get in the saddle and get my day going. Think about the walk and tapas on Sunday.

Camino lesson loves, Felipé.

Looking out the window to the south and all I see is yellow. The leaves have turned and are waiting for that one big blow to see them on their way. Today and tomorrow still dry and then Friday a little more chance of rain. Gratefully back from the city although yesterday had some great conversations. It’s nice that I can look forward to having a good time there, a place where most people don’t or can’t.

That has taken work though and perseverance. Changing something bad to good is possible most times I think. Is it perception or inspiration or the Holy Spirit or all three? Always the questions. Anyway possibilities open up in life even considering the sometimes nasty little details.

Walking in a minute. A good morning to feed the birds and say a rosary. Maybe Charlie will show up to serenade my sensibilities.

alperfect loves, Felipé.

Appointment day at the Institute today. Dr Gold gave me a big thumbs up with my numbers looking good. I am good to go for another three weeks. Three weeks an eternity these days.

And author and pilgrim Debra Jarvis checked in today after her walk across Spain. She was here for one day of our Veranda and then flew off and now is back. So I did a debriefing on her. She is having a bad case of reentry. And I had to reassure her that that was a good thing.

We know now that if you come back with no problems you really didn’t experience anything out of the ordinary, right? It just has to be a jolt to come back. How to deal with that is the question. She has been doing some writing on the topic. Maybe I can get a hold of some of that for us here.

Well, it is the evening now and I am falling asleep while I am trying to work on this. Have to go, more tomorrow.

almost Thursday loves, Felipé.

The other day I ran into a friend that I hadn’t seen in a while. He said that I looked good which I appreciate. And he asked about whether I was still doing OK meaning with my cancer hobby. And I said, “my cancer is so lazy” and then adding to that I continued with “or I don’t give it good ground to grow in”. He understood what I was getting at and wished me well and we parted shortly after.

Guy conversations are like that, short and sweet without the complications of details. I think most people appreciate a good short answer that is tailored for them. It’s understandable in their alley so to speak. My friend is a lineman for the power company, he doesn’t have time for the long answer when he is on duty. And we wouldn’t want to keep him from that either.

But sometimes I answer THE question with, “Oh God is keeping me alive for his own reasons.” which is a dandy short answer especially for a church audience. “I have good doctors and nurses.” which is indeed true could be a keeper. Or “God must think me humorous.” maybe. I don’t know there are hundreds of good short answers out there.

And yes, they are the short answers ultimately, useful but not complete. But really coming up with a good long answer seems maybe shrouded too deeply in the mists of life to be found with any sort of ease. It could take an hour to come up with something close and then it would only be a sort of loose knit approximation. And by that time your fellow conversationist may be asleep.

So, maybe it’s all good using the ever-changing short answer. It seems to do the job and keeps us all happy which is sort of the point most days. So breathe easy I am not going to accost you and tie you down to listen to something long and boring.

The way it appears loves, Felipé.

It’s like when it is boring in the emergency room, that’s a good thing, right? Sometimes ordinary or even boring are the place to be. It’s a break from the drama. It just is what it is and nothing more.

Have a walk this morning and feeding the birds is the fun there. Lots of chickadees are around, a few nuthatches and no juncos as of yet. Juncos must be hung up somewhere in British Columbia. And I have lots of sunflower seed this year which was kindly donated so the birds are happy.

The leaves are thick on the ground through the woods. It is kind of fun to kick through them, an autumn wonderland. Deer tracks this way and that left behind as they look for the last of the fallen apples and pears.

The other day Wiley counted 44 ravens fly over him. They are definitely getting more numerous in the neighborhood. Guessing that is from the general landscape getting more wooded. The old farm land is being taken over by trees and the ravens like the forest. The crows populate the shoreline and the open areas and the IGA parking lot. They don’t seem to mix with the ravens. We used to have crows and now we have ravens right here.

And more owls and eagles should be arriving as winter approaches. They are fun to hear and see. Yup, come walk and check it out.

our leaves are falling loves, Felipé.

Yes, I did forget to set the alarm clock back one hour last night. Yes, yes, I know. So right now having a little extra time before I have to clean up for church.

I thought that I would check in with you, my favorite people, while the opportunity popped up. Hope that things are well with you there. There is this little lull before Thanksgiving and the sucking vortex of the holidays. Not that we don’t love Christmas and the deep meaning of all that but the whole gift giving festive extravaganza is lurking in the shadows ahead getting ready to pounce on us.

Yea, so let’s enjoy the moment while we can. Get out there and drink a glass of cider and burn a pile of leaves, something like that. That’s righ, it is still Ordinary Time in the official Catholic calendar, not Advent yet, so we are safe.

Well, Wiley and I are scheduled to cut and wrap his deer that has been hanging in the 40 degree cooler at the IGA butcher shop. That is a sure sign of Autumn. So we will be busy.

Time to go. I have a half hour before Catherine picks me up.

as always loves, Felipé.

It is time change time. So, afternoon walks start a half hour early.

Monday 0900-1000
Tuesday 1530-1630 (tapas after)
Thursday 0900-1000
Sunday 1530-1630 (tapas after)

Yup, come by, Felipé.