I made the deadly mistake of reading Danna Schmidt’s thoughts this morning before working on my blog post. Also peeked in on Richard Rohr’s and between the two of them I am totally derailed and shanghaied. I so totally know better.

Right now I am propped up on the corner of Schmidt and Rohr wondering just what sort of truck just ran me over. Well, it has disappeared but it’s a clear case of hit and run. I am left with this one thing, the idea of “miracles are a choice” to gnaw on.

This morning here before the start of the walk I think I am just going to leave that alone right there for you to find when you come along later. See what you can do with it. I have two ideas and maybe something else will pop up on the trail. We can talk about it when we have more time. What’s the rush, we got forever, right?

Fire in the stove loves, Felipé.