From non-judgement and non-trophies the Sweet Hands of Life held the yearnings with tenderness. A simple Sunday morning. Pelicans and ravens chatting.  A prairie dog and fawn showing their dance moves. A “marmot” my eyes thought they saw only to discover a gifted hawk feather. Perhaps that is why meditation first teaches you to be mindful of your breath. Noticing what we take for granted, we are immersed in abundance and Life.