From Deer to Eagle

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.

~Joy Harjo, The Eagle Poem

Desert dessert
We are all flowers blooming
In the garden of Earth

How slow can I go?

How unhurried.
How tranquil.
How peaceful.
How accepting.
How calm.
How content.

fast
feast
laugh
write
read
dance
yoga
retreat
repeat