We, collectively and somewhat urgently, ask Firetender to open the door flap. Round one is over. Two more to go. Door light is barely visible through the moist steam. Some of us stumble, dizzy from the sacred trip we have been on.
Talk picks up again as our thoughts become more corporal.
While not feeling new born, I feel much better than I did before. We restore ourselves with the help and nourishment of the plant people, the winged, the four-legged, and all those present. We are thankful. My body is deposited next to my friend who pats my shoulder, because she knows I am purged and too tired to talk. Jim DeNomie is an award-winning radio program producer and Native American media educator.