A Life of Wonder

A ritual of water and fire, purity and focus, I have become what I do in the silence of not knowing. A ritual of the every day. The release that happens when the mind is disengaged. The simple movements which are larger than this life, the movements of ancestors, the familiar sounds and songs that fill our lungs and give us tribal meaning. Never once did I question that placement of my hand near my heart, and the water on my head. The numbers that matter to You, the times I repeated everyday gestures and whispered sacred words to be closer to the stillness imagined or real. How can I know what I am when I never stop moving, never stop striving. In the morning light, I refuse anything with a screen, a plug, a source of power other than the earth—and I repeat ancient mantras I learned as a child, before words held meaning.