Thursday I sought the comfort and courage of the Old Ones for Friday’s needs…two precious trees that have been my companions upon this path.  Today the wind and dust so fierce I wondered if I could return to the Old Ones to give them thanks. I could think of so many reasons why not. I did say thanks Friday, and surely they have heard my thanks again this morning. I could try again tomorrow. At last the heart could not be denied and I walked with the wind and dust up the trail.

Turning the bend, there was the first one. My heart jumped. The wind gathered the first offering of corn meal and I laughed. Kneeling down and blocking the wind with my body I spread another offering. I sat with the Old One for a bit and acknowledged the offering was not much. As the wind battered my body and the dust my lungs, I knew I was where I was meant to be. Gratitude knows no inconvenience. The truth of my heart was sitting in convenient gratitude.