SandScript 2021
Art & Literature Magazine
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order, as usual.<br />
I can hear complacency purring<br />
sweet nothings in my head. “You know<br />
it doesn’t have to be such a long run.<br />
You’ve already exercised for 15 minutes<br />
and that’s better than most people get.”<br />
“If you listen to that, you’ll end up<br />
being a can of Crisco with legs.” My pride<br />
strokes my self-image. My masculinity<br />
barks like an alpha. I ponder when I let a<br />
part of myself become so militant.<br />
I begin my run toward the west. I<br />
know my grandfather always required<br />
that I run toward the east before the<br />
sun rose to greet Dawn Boy and Dawn<br />
Girl as I ran. White Body comes from the<br />
east and we hail White Body by shouting<br />
as we start our run. White Body showed<br />
patience and understanding when he<br />
explained to The People how to cleanse<br />
their bodies in preparation for prayer.<br />
White Body translated the Holy People’s<br />
speech so The People could understand.<br />
I pray for forgiveness for starting my run so<br />
late in the day and going in the opposite<br />
direction. I shout, trying to keep within my<br />
grandfather’s teaching and I talk myself<br />
into believing that since my neighbors<br />
live east of me, the holy people will<br />
understand.<br />
The sky is cloudy and the<br />
temperature is very nice, hovering<br />
between 70 F and 75 F in the afternoon.<br />
I run in loose dirt and sparse high desert<br />
vegetation. I see only one saltbush. They<br />
are few and far between, although<br />
they used to proliferate along my route.<br />
I run past sand sagebrush, also fewer in<br />
number, but it is a hardy plant that has<br />
some spiritual qualities. Its smoke carries<br />
one’s prayers and its ashes can act as a<br />
form of protection. It is also a medicinal<br />
plant when used appropriately. There is an<br />
occasional plant called Mormon tea, with<br />
its green, straw-like foliage, which makes<br />
a tea that tastes similar to orange pekoe. I<br />
see Navajo tea with its yellow flowers and<br />
remember sipping it while my dad would<br />
drink his morning coffee. Navajo tea is<br />
quite similar to Oolong tea; the color and<br />
flavor are the same. I remember adding<br />
honey to my tea and sitting like my father,<br />
sipping my tea whenever he sipped his<br />
coffee. I pass yucca, displaying its wide,<br />
knife-like bladed leaves, which makes a<br />
great soap if you know how to use it. My<br />
grandparents taught me about these<br />
plants so I notice them.<br />
Melancholy swells within me at the<br />
scarcity of vegetation, yet it is a very nice<br />
afternoon for a run. My complacency<br />
places an image of a warm blanket and<br />
a nice fire in my mind offering up comfort<br />
while it softly breathes, “That hot tea<br />
sounds heavenly. It isn’t like you follow<br />
your belly through a door.”<br />
My knuckle dragging masculinity<br />
chuckles at the notion. “I can hear you<br />
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