Door flap is lowered and secured against outside light. Eyes open, eyes closed. It makes no difference. All is blackness, but blackness will become a light. Cool, pure water is ladled upon the glowing grandfathers.
Someone adds sage people to the steaming, wheezing grandfathers.
Each of us feels private with our innermost thoughts and prayers. This is the most intimate way to pray. I become an arc within a circle. It is my turn within this hoop of live. Once again, leader ladles cool and moist on to hot and dry.