May 1, 2016

Uncertain




The hoot of the owl tells us that we do not know what will come with the next sunrise. We may have plenty of buffalo to hunt or we may come face to face with a grizzly. It is not certain. May the tracks we make tomorrow be blessed and our path be one that is in accordance with the universe. I lay me down tonight under a moon that gives no answers as to my destiny.

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