I struggle to bring the colors back, to bring my self back. Afraid then, but now I understand. I sit in the tipi. Coldest night of the year, -18. Stars through the smoke slit.
Trees pop and moan.
I tend the fire. I tend the fire. I tend the fire. Of course the challenge is to show, exemplify, teach. All existence is marked by Emptiness, Luminosity, and Compassion.