A Lion Sitting on My Porch

I have a lion sitting on my porch — actual size, I believe (the lion). It was given to my uncle Del. Perhaps because he was a loyal member of the Lions Club. Perhaps because he was a Leo. Or maybe just because, in the world of individuality, he was a king. Anyway, I did love my uncle Del. It didn’t take much in the way of meditation to discover Del with me today, in the lion.