so thinking about Prayer…i immediately image this book…where IS it? What did i decide..? Take or Leave and as i thought i might have chosen leave, i looked and oh!…..Yes….in the one tub for the roof bag…it's Here….in the Take.
i have no god. but i love the concept of Prayer. ??????? then…what is Prayer? a constant question and that is good, i think, a good constant question to have. to carry. to live with. Prayer is a Calling Out. ?
i transcribed again, today. Margery's poem Prayer on the cover of the new stenographer's notebook. the second time. the notebooks go 2 months or so, the first for this in April . as we move through these times toward September when the Salmon will run again…Here…up the Feather River…when i see this…in my own life, them…running, just a small distance from the Dam that will at some point need DIS Mantle Prayer, like fish, their spawn
and this…in the basement of one of the two Take Baskets…rolled. forgotten. but like one of the stick shrines….who? or What is inside?
and yes…my feet. my feet are this dirty. they are often bare when i hose the water tubs but even if i wear the Crocs, dirt and debris enter and come In. My feet. the floor. It's not a "normal" house. I live in a campground. I camp here.
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