“Little timid marmot, now sitting across the street, I know you are fearful. I am sorry my presence scared you. I was spreading seed so you would have an abundance to eat. I know your instincts have taught you to be timid and fearful. Oh the cars are real, as are the hawks and other predators. I cannot deny them. I will try to be vigilant for as many as I can. I can do nothing about the cars. Others have their own power of choice and may not consider how their actions affect others. I will feed and promise to not harm.” With a sigh, I watched his timid approach back to the seed. Coming back into the house I thought of the longing of my heart to make it safe for the little marmot, whose simple presence gifts such joy. Taking my seat in meditation, I took a deep breath and sighed, “Hello sweet hands of Life, it is I, a little hobbit marmot, trusting Your longing.”