On my desk is a stick.
It’s smooth-polished by the tumble of lake and stone.
It just might be marked by beaver teeth,
making it very Canadian.
I hand-picked it from a lake in the Mt. Carleton Provincial Park.
I held a few in my hand before I found a good length, a silky polish, a ‘right’ feel.
It’s a prayer stick
and the idea belongs to my friend, Pix.
She found a stick
(perhaps it found her.)
And, as she wandered the beach,
she thumb-walked up the stick,
each thumb move a prayer.
When she reached the top she flipped it over,
more prayers.
Giving simple presence.
that’s all
that much,
giving simple presence.
We live in an elegant universe indeed!
Love the idea of a prayer stick and simple presence.. nothing to add nothing to take away,pure elegance .