a part of something larger.

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as is my usual routine, once a day, during not-winter, 

i go up coyote hill to the garden area. 

this particular evening, 

this very day, 
as i made my way up the hill,

i was thinking and pondering and pensing, 

and most likely praying, 

and there at my feet, as i prepared to open the garden gate, 

were three four-leaf clovers. 

after picking salad greens, and watering all the plants, 

i made my way along the fence to where my beloved angelo's bones have been lay'd to rest,

that place, near pluckie's tree. 

i rested awhile on the stump of wood i use as a church pew, 

sitting there, looking 'round me, 

realizing that i follow many paths on my daily spiritual journey, 

knowing that all these paths lead to the source. 

it was then that i felt a great compassion for my friends, 

great love for my little alaska family, 

and appreciation for those who make up this great big ol' family of mankind. 

life is good. 

life is quite grand, in fact, 

and i wish i had each of you with me, here, 

to sit in silence, 

to sit in prayer, 

at my little spot on coyote hill. 

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