Bite Sized Pieces

One beautiful bridge.
One beautiful bridge.

 

I have a half an hour before I need to motivate down the road this morning.  Just thinking about my day coming up and thankful that it will be amoung friends and involves a little travel.  Nothing major will happen today maybe.  I don’t have a lot of energy and I need a day to match that.

Last evening My Rebecca and Our Cynthia wound up in Vashon town for the First Friday Art Walk.  Yea, once a month folks put up shows of their work and serve wine and other folks wander through and it makes for a festive evening.  The weather was postively springlike so that really put a spark in things.  I went to two shows with the gals and had to retreat while they forged ahead into the evening.  And there was some crazy good music going on too.

I am trying to do some work on the fundraising front also.  Good things take backing and Phil’s Camino is no exception.   I have a little campaign that I am working on to help out.  I know that once people hear our ideas clearly they will respond generously.  My job is to communicate well.

That’s the way it looks on a Saturday morning from my location.  Hope that your day is bright and positive and the parts come at you in those easy bite sized pieces.  Yea, let’s not let anyone but God overwhelm us.  Early morning loves, Felipe.

5 thoughts on “Bite Sized Pieces”

  1. Hi Phil! Just responding to the last part of your comment; “Let’s not let anyone overwhelm us but God.” It’s still no go with my sister and I have spent the better part of 2 days alone sifting through thousands of photos searching for pictures of Mom for a slide presentation for her memorial in May! So many memories come flooding back. 20 years of lost memories! 20 years of lost times with loved ones! But I did see she had some joy and life in those years of absence from my life. Her friends and relatives enriched her with many beautiful adventures and companionship and I found some comfort in that. But still I miss my sister and not understand her treatment towards me and this memorial. I was telling Annie today how grateful I was for my Camino experience and the strength I continue to derive from the teaching of that adventure and the many people whom I draw strength from during this continued trial. Hope you are well my friend and I look forward to seeing you next time!

    1. Carol ~ life can be a wrestling match as it sounds like it is for you now. Maintain the loving. Sometimes help comes from unexpected places. Maintain the loving. Count on support from your Camino buddies. Maintain the loving. Do what you can, as well as you can for as long as you can. Keep fired up, love, Felipe.

      1. Yes, life is a wrestling match for sure. In my younger days I could fight back and roll with the punches, but any more it exhausts me. I don’t seem to have much fight left at times and I just want all the conflict to stop!

        1. Geez know the feeling Carol. We need some calm in a spray can. Hey, we are leaving the house tomorrow at 0445 to catch the ferry and plane to Dubuque. We’ll be missing you. Love, Felipe.

  2. Sure wish I was going! But I need to clean the house and get my office filing done. I might even clean the shutters. cleaning is always the last thing on my list to do. But I always feel so much better when I am surrounded by organized clean things! Give my love and hugs to the whole gang! Send up fireworks when anything exciting happens.

    Love,

    Carolina (thought I ought to adopt a Spanish me too.)

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