On prayer.

I have a lot of revelations while both cleaning houses, and bicycling.

I have decided that I can choose, and that nobody really ever knows what their doing.

That art and stories and myths show us the Holy Thing thats behind everything.

And that everyone is an "artist."

That I can ask for money, and resources, because I'm part of it.

That this is MY summer. My friends. My body. My hair. My curiosity. My family. My world.

I keep asking, should I stay in school? Should I go to South America? Should I move back to Alaska? Should I eat a peach? Maybe I can just let the questions be, and do the next thing right now. Read. Listen. Keep painting. Keep talking. Keep dreaming. Keep sleeping. Keep loving.

I called out to Ceci from cleaning the sink, but she didn't hear me. I wanted to say, "Ceci? We're going to die someday."