Tonight as I was driving up the canyon that leads to my house here in Colorado, I was listening to the Schubert Mass #2 in G as loudly as I could play it withoug damaging the speakers on my car. And the sun was setting in golden streaks across the mountainside and when I looked to my right a beautiful muledeer doe looked up from the brush where she was grazing and stared solemnly at me as I drove by. It was a blessed moment and I felt -as I so rarely do these days - the presence of the Infinite and the assurance that I, we, are always in the presence of the magnificent intelligence and creative spirit that caused all this wonder to be.

That's about as close to praying as I get these days, and I'm holding you and your friends in my heart, in that space, now.

Much love to you and your friends, Mick. You're the best.

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