I’m out on Phil’s Camino, Vashon Island, this morning and am bloggng as I go, as I walk. The sun is warm on my back as I shade the iPad. Can you feel it? Went to Mass this morning at 0800 at St John Vianney’s. A lot of folks said hi and commented on the article in NW Catholic Magazine. Guys were liking my “salt of the earth” L.L. Bean shirt that made the cover. Thanks Kris and Yoav for that, my official Christmas shirt last year.

OK, walking on. There was a frost last night, the sky was clear and the clouds were not there to blanket us. But it looks like the cold did not harm anything. Call it a light frost.

Just remembering walking on Friday when the sun wasn’t out but it was just barely raining and you could just hear that. And the birds were singing softly. And I was walking saying the rosary for my friend Michele whose mother had passed away. It was all very private and peaceful.

Scout, our neighbor’s dog just came over to see me and get a treat. Had to raise a bird feeder as the squirrels are getting in it and crewing it up. I hear a raven.

Going by our corn patch. I wish that I could call it a field but it’s just not that big, someday. But I dd till it up yesterday which is the earliest that I can remember. The soil is dry for this time but still cold.

In the woods, shady and cooler. Can you feel it? The squirrels have successfully chewing up this feeder. Hmm.

Oh nice, I fixed a low spot in the trail that holds water. I forgot that Friday I took the time to put six concrete stepping stones there to get across it in style. Just using it for the first time.

Just back at the beginning of the trail. A jay is scolding. Can you hear him? I’ll put a rock on the pile with a prayer for you. Well, that lap took 45 minutes when it usually takes 15 minutes when I am just walking and not blogging along the way. But it just goes to prove that it isn’t just about getting somewhere. Buen Camino, love, Felipe.