This is Joy Harjo's ongoing journal of dreams, stories, poems,music, photographs, and assorted reports from her inner and outer travels about Indian country and the rest of the world .
I see clouds slidingdown curve of rainbowlaughing in innocence of childhood.Your photographs are a daily moment of meditation. They soothe and heal, no words needed. Your attacker was wounded by the arrow of someone else and strikes out at you in pain and fear. Go beyond your own hurt to heal his wound. You are the strong one.
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