An excerpt from one of my teachings that that might become a book:Keila’s BreakfastLike snowflakes that didn’t melt, freshly gathered manna half-filled the wicker bowl. Arrayed around it seated or kneeling on a large hide, Keila’s five siblings methodically dipped out portions with desert-brown hands. But this morning, the very look of the yellow-white fluff aroused rebellion in her esophagus. …