braille

This morning I helped my missionary group put together braille books. We made seven 73 page books suitable for second graders. I fed the aluminium plates through the ancient braille machine so now I have done all the positions on the assembly line. We laughed and had a good time telling stories on ourselves. But there is one story that I am keeping a secret; they are all "tea party" republicans and I am a "closet" democrat. I just keep my mouth shut, you can learn a lot that way. 
Over the weekend my brother-in-law found a perfect arrow head in our backyard. The unwritten rule is "whoever finds it gets to keep it." I aways knew that there were Osage Indians living right here in this very spot where I am living now. It really makes me respect my little acre of ground more than ever. I must work on a patio prayer soon.

Arrowheads

There is a creek behind our house and at times during July or August, I'll fight the weeds and armed with a long stick, poke around in the muck and gravel to see what I can find. I'm lucky, usually within minutes I'll dislodge a specimen. More often than not, it will be broken or a stone discarded before it was completed but because of the particular chipping, I can tell that at one time or another, a human, long ago held it in his hand. I keep everything I find. Sometimes to decorate my rock garden and sometimes just to hide in my pocket to remind of the Indians.