Tuesday Truth.

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The consistency of the snow on Coyote Hill is much like an unflavoured snow cone 

from the convenience store.

However, we still snowshoe every day, 

Pintō and Berry 'n' me. 

Getting out in the sunshine eases my mind. 

Going outside -- even if the skies are grey -- helps me clear away anything that may be 

gnawing at my coyote heart. 

Right now, I acknowledge what I can control 

and I accept what I have no control over.  

I am at peace because I stood in my prayer flag forest

and poured out my heart to the wind and the trees 

and cried out to my doggie who sleeps in the forest. 

I wept, I hollered, I whispered a prayer. 

And, now, this feral coyote is at peace. 

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