Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Mohawk
This file was created at a Mohawk service station on Vancouver Island. Ana had been sleeping for a few weeks, without a shimmer or a whimper. I reckoned she was gone.
We were, at the time, enroute to fast traditionally with my Native (Cree/Ojibway) family, down island. So, while my friend paid for the gas inside, I furnished Ana with new batteries, scraping her terminals clean. I was surprised she sprang to life! Looking around, I read the word Mohawk, so chose it to process next. Like the lesson, she overcame the doorways, narrowly. Or that is the theorem anyway. And so we carry on the caravan despite the showdown snowstorm, windstorm madam. On to the classroom. Four more days of praying, with the benefit of neither food nor water.