Years ago he suffered a stroke that left him without speech, and at 86 his legs are so weak he barely walks. So as I walked up the driveway last night I was surprised to find him standing in his front door. He quickly started pointing at something by the side of the house, and after 30 minutes and a call to the city, I finally worked out that his water was turned off. I went to bed thinking about how my frustration with our inability to communicate had only been resolved by his determination and persistence; a message life had been giving me all week in my readings in Prayers to the Moon. What messages has life given you this week or have you been too busy to really listen?
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