By Joy Harjo
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.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.
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Wednesday had gorgeous sunny weather, though it was cool and felt like fall -- we could see leaves blowing off the trees out the window. Daniel is going to help me build a new desktop computer, so I spent some of the morning looking up stuff for that, then I chatted first with my high school friends to catch up on things, then with Kristen to watch more Our Flag Means Death.
We walked to the beach in the late afternoon, when the sun was shining on the far side of the lake so it was beautiful but chilly. This was the one day this week when we did not see the eagles, so here are some earlier photos! Our evening included The Masked Singer's one hit wonders episode (please let the Anteater be John Mellencamp) and some season 8 Suits (not the same without Mike and Rachel).
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