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26 June ~2008

Most of us conjure up in our minds what we need to be happy - to move here, acquire that,  get there.  The best moments in life don't conform to what we planned, but show up unexpectedly.  The trick is to just carry on and be alert for the the beauty and sacred that sometimes seems so rare.

And there it was, as I turned the corner to ride up the hill to 38th, after getting off the bus at 32nd and Wadsworth.  I laid my bicycle down and took a good look.


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Maggie went with us down to the Greenbelt night before last, just her second time since her surgery on May 5th.  She was very happy to get down there and walk over the green meadow, on the path under the Eleven Cottonwoods, and wade in the Frog Pond.

Me and Ben were happy she was there also.  Her gentleness imparts a different quality to our walks.  It is like a return to what we three are used to - wandering and exploring together, like we have done nearly every day since the summer of 2001.

I see the next few years as being among the most rich of my life, as I keep my two good friends close while they go through the autumn of theirs.  

They will show me how it is done, like the good teachers animals are, demonstrating how to stay in the moment, to accept the blessing of each day with an open heart.

Each night before sleep I rub their ears and stroke each of their backs for a few minutes.  Then I tell them to have good dreams, to dream of the Mountains, to dream of the Green Belt, to dream of the Frog Pond.  Us three fall into those good dreams, in our home surrounded by trees and what seems like Good Spirits and Angels.


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