I was driving on the Island the other day and saw a walker by the side of the road that was walking the same way as I was going so I couldn’t see her face by I knew who she was.  Something was different today though.  For years now seeing her movement was always like a soldier on a forced march.  Today she looked so peaceful and relaxed as she ambled along, as in I am enjoying myself.  It made my whole day and no words were spoken.

Today driving to the hospital and saw a garden springing up on a unused little corner on First Hill in Seattle.  It wouldn’t be unused for long but for just right now there are rows and rows of green things reaching for the sun.  Not landscape but agriculture.  What a pleasant vision.  It is sticking with me.

Living here in the Northwest blue sky comes and goes.  I don’t know if you are going to get the full significance of this if you don’t live here.  It can be very rare at times of the year but when you see a small patch of blue sky it is beautiful.  It is beautiful in the sense of yes it still exists, not that it is over my very head but that could be possible.  The possibility of it is important, maybe tomorrow you say.

Or maybe it is the little flower in the crack in the sidewalk as you walk along that just randomly cheers you up.  It is nothing really in one sense and a miracle in another.

I remember climbing all those hills on the Camino and coming to the end of my ability at various places and I would rest there.  And I don’t know how many times my eyes would light on a heart rock there in the dirt as I wondered whether I could go on.  OK, OK, I can do this!

Just little stuff really all these things.  They will never be in history books.  They will never win awards.  But boy when they happen at the right moment they are priceless.  Just little thoughts here today.

Little loves, Felipe.