Sitting on my deck this morning, I was thinking about a movie I watched last night on Netflix titled The Last Keepers. A movie regardless of your belief system, perceptions, openness, bigotry, or possibly just a stretch of your imagination has something to offer any viewer. Togetherness as one energy, undivided by segregation or the thought of impossibilities. Just the opening to soul nerve to appreciate each for who they are. As I looked at the huge old tree in the woods, a cardinal, blue jay, dove, sparrow, and small hummingbird all gathered in this tree on a winter day from parts unknown. For each to gather at a time inconsistent with the elements as one, I saw God today. If my mind had been rushing or not in the time, space and place I was the scene would not have become part of who I am. When I wrote Moniko, from word to word I did not have the foresight to see the end of each parable. Yet, death or dying and being reborn were not a perception, which developed. When t...