My friend, Alfred Cyr, told me that the elders told him, "If you don't know how to pray, walk. Then you'll learn how to pray."
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Day Ninety-One: Post Card Story
Crystals grow. Along the black edges of the face-cave. Breathing pumps through the knitt wall. Blue eyes weep warm water. And underground the river flows. While the grass still grows. Even when the snow blows. Up. Up. Up. And the Son is always shining. As a young man meditates on his grandmother working a hide with her hands.