After the first sweat lodge, Child of the Desert went to Grandfather in tears.
"Grandfather, was I ... was I paying attention? I felt the same in sweat lodge, in ceremony, as I did before. Was I not paying attention, or ... am I walking in ceremony all the time?"
He looked up at her and smiled, his brown eyes soft, his voice low. "You did impeccable work on your medicine journey." He emphasized each word, and each word rang in the her head.
"I'm very proud of you."
She cried all the more.
"Then I've been walking in ceremony this whole time?" she asked, her eyes wide and voice trembling.
"I can't imagine now not being in ceremony."
He nodded.
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