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Encounter with Life November 5, 2010

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Tynoly (pronounced tie-no-lee) looked over at his brother playing with the wolves, a lovely sight indeed. His brother thoroughly enjoyed romping in the grass with the wolves and as was evident from what he saw, so did they. The wolves, not interested in chomping down on human flesh, seemed much more civilized, much more interested in maintaining and harbo[u]ring peaceful relations. Tynoly, seeing that his brother certainly didn’t need him to watch, headed towards the wooded area. Upon reaching the first tree, he looked up to examine its height. It was a tall tree.

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Wisdom from Ripples November 4, 2010

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The Master was walking through an open field going about his regular routine when a young man approached. This young man seemed to be particularly troubled with a rather furrowed brow. The Master said to him, “Why, it is such a beautiful day outside. It must be rather difficult to say looking so serious.” The young man responded, “Beautiful out? I hadn’t noticed.” Stopping to look around and see his surroundings, the young man tried to see the beauty around, but nothing seemed to catch his eye. The Master watched continued to walk, “Join me, if you like.”

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The Choice is Yours October 31, 2010

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Fivolia (pronounced fih-voh-lee-uh) was walking with his grandmother down the path. His grandmother had recently gone blind, so she was having a hard go of things and because of this, Fivolia did his best to tell his grandmother what he was seeing. He really felt very bad for her and wanted to make sure that she could still enjoy things even though she couldn’t see. It was clear in the tone of Fivolia’s voice, too, that he was almost worried for his grandmother. They moved in some semblance of paired-ness, with no real destination in mind – that he knew of.

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