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A Morning Message

August 31, 2016

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A morning message.

When was the last time you watched the sun rise? Did you realize it happens EVERY day?!?!?

-- Owl

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Back to the Camp I travel up and out and down into the camp site where I had been just five days ago. There is Osprey flying by and I send her my gratitude. There is a pink horizon to the East and I marvel at the beauty. There is my brother, Steve, swimming through the willow branches. And Owl perches high above my tent where only I can see him in my current state. I hear the flute and see myself playing below and add an extra bit of Spirit to the melody. There is a wispy darkness sitting next to me… someone joining me who is not quite in physical form. My friend, Bob, is sitting and drumming his tall tom-drum, his eyes glazed with his spirit hovering just above his knit hat. There are five children that watch with curiosity and a touch of anxiety. I reach down and lightly touch each upon the top of the head and tell them a story of wonder and magic and how all things are sacred. I tell them to remember this moment as something wonderful. I blow through the camp as a s

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