Nothing prepared me for this. No tradition. No culture. No elder to mimic falling on their knees and then stepping into the water in awe. In gratitude. Left only with a clunky shoebox language to try and sing and drum up the beat of the ineffable.
Nothing prepared me for this. No tradition. No culture. No elder to mimic falling on their knees and then stepping into the water in awe. In gratitude. Left only with a clunky shoebox language to try and sing and drum up the beat of the ineffable.