“Perhaps you have noticed that even in the slightest breeze you can hear the voice of the cottonwood tree; this we understand is its prayer to the Great Spirit, for not only men, but all things and all beings pray to Him continually in different ways.”~ Black Elk
It was nearly dark when I got home. I opened the front door to get the mail when I noticed something in the shadows on the porch. It didn’t look like the usual door-hanging-gone-adrift. I’m not entirely sure the last word is ‘neighborhood’. I also don’t know who Jash (Tash? Josh?) is. What I am sure of is the kindness in their heart, and would like to hug her/his thoughtful little neck and tell her/him I’m glad I picked this neighborhood, too. I have an awesome life.
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