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 .
This morning I feel myself climbing into the canoe in early morning Hawaiian waters, and those beginning strokes as the canoe and I adjust to ocean weather. It's a kind of back and forth, a call and response. Soon, we are only water and sky.
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