OK, we are off and running here on February 9th. Slowly crawling our way toward spring, yes we are. We have sprouty things sprouting, sunsety things sunseting and migrating birds on their way overhead. Of course there will be some setbacks but we are generally headed in that direction. That’s my take on February 9th. Hurrah!

Oop, Roan up and ready for something. He is restless like the coming Spring. Nice really, hopeful, expectant he is, we are.

Annie came in with a comment yesterday on the grandmother theme. I had posted about the hash my grandmother used to create. This sparked Annie to talk about the multi layer cake that her’s made. I’m going to dub it the Endless Layer Cake, the ELC. An outward sign of love, the ELC.

Somewhere along the line of Annie and my friendship she gave me a rosary that belonged to one of her grandmothers. Maybe the ELC granny, but it doesn’t matter. It has wooden beads and is from Jerusalem. Perhaps a souvenir from a friend returning from pilgrimage. Anyway I like that it has history, either real or imagined. It lives out on top of the wooden post that marks the beginning and end of Phil’s Camino. When I feel the need to say the rosary along a lap, it is there for me.

Well, there are many ways to pray, the rosary being only one. On this February 9th I am asking you for a prayer of some sort for cancer walkers that are dealing with chemotherapy. It’s the two headed monster, who will it attack today? It can be hell on the cancer but hell on the host simultaneously. Pray for us who are struggling with this journey. Thank you, this means so much in the trenches.

Well, I am off to my day. It is froggy foggy here. If the air could be any wetter we would be doing the backstroke. Have a good February 9th, love, Felipe.