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 sliding down curve of rainbow laughing 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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I see clouds sliding
down curve of rainbow
laughing 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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