I was spacing out during Father David’s homily today, I confess.  I was looking out the window trying to figure out if it was still raining.  It has been raining now for days, just lightly but pretty continuously.  It was I finally determined.  Noticed that I couldn’t really detect it by focusing on it.  It was more like a fog where you see it by looking through it.  Or I could unfocus my eyes and see it’s flow.

Was thinking  that is like my focused questions lately as I tried to nail down pilgrimage.  After reading that John O’Donohue piece yesterday and wondering if this thing pilgrimage that I have stumbled into isn’t like the rain that I was trying to see.  The more I try and focus on it the more it disappears.  It is more like a movement than  a substance.  A dynamic rather than a solid. It is a moving situation like the light rain streaming by my eyes.

I can relax my way into it maybe is an idea about it.  Its meaning seems like a wet bar of soup that I try to grab and it shoots out of my grasp.  The harder I try to clutch it the farther it flies outward.  Relax Phil and just be there, Felipe knows about these things.

Walking today at 4 PM.  If it is raining too hard we can retreat to tapas.  Come by if you are in the neighborhood.  Relaxing love, Felipe.