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I sit with my dad on the patio outside of his nursing home in western Pennsylvania. It is peaceful here. I become aware of my breathing, and my stream of thoughts slows to a trickle. I focus on the blades of grass. They undulate gently in the soothing breeze. They don't oppose the breeze. The are at one with it. They don't complain, fret, plan, scheme, worry, or resist, they are simply and sacredly one with everything around them.