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It’s Saint Patrick’s day and I am sitting in a sunbeam. I love that it’s seven o’clock and the sun is still up. And even better is that on the east coast the wind kicks up the dust on the ground and moves the trees, so the shadows of the trees move too and fro on the walls of this room. It’s 34 degrees out, with no clouds in the sky and I want to be sitting outside with a big sweater, an irish coffee and a beautiful wooden pipe, listening to Dave Matthews Band.

Today is one of those days when I remember the beauty that comes from what normally seems dreary in the “in-between-winter-and-spring-time”.

God is even here.