Where is your family?

“Where is your family?” the young monk asked the old woman.

“Here, there and everywhere,” she answered slowly.

Then she motioned to the ground beneath her barefeet, the skies above her head, the tall trees and the high desert mountains surrounding her. She pointed to Raven flying the thermals, Mama Bobcat hunting for her kits, Quail Family strutting across the land.

“My family is everywhere.”

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