Big wind storm here over night. Trees down, power lines down, a mess. And the morning sky looked so innocent it was ridiculous. Father David celebrated Mass with his head lamp on to supplement the candles. That’s the look of the Island in the winter.

Well, we have had a few good licks of poetry on the blog lately, the start of a new year, a good year. Somehow we have gone beyond the idea that we are buoying each other up, like the old days. Nothing wrong with that for sure but now occasionally something else is happening. Occasionally one of us is clearing the surface of the sea like a flying fish and we are catching a glimpse of a sunset or a rainbow or some other such glorious thing. This is 2019!

Sunday loves, Felipé.