The Medicine Man
Oct. 15th, 2009 04:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayHe walks an outer lane of the elliptical track, in the opposite direction of everyone else. As he walks, he raises his arms and inaudibly chants. He gives thanks, equally, for the season's fading light and the lightly falling rain.
He speaks of having tended his small, traditional garden over the past summer, of its strong plants deeply rooted, of its plentiful yield in this time of changing seasons. He gives thanks for the many summers he has done this and for the warmth of his house over past winters.
He remarks upon the migrating geese which we both hear above the overcast but cannot see. He has walked here for many seasons before me and will most likely do so for many seasons after. He is, I think, The Medicine Man...
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