Following the Fallen Flowers: An Invitation to Praise

“Go on a praise walk,” she said. And then she shared photoshopped images of earth altars. A praise walk?! My heart liked the idea, it was my mind that resisted. My mind is capable of so much pain and separation. It could start to criticize the monetization of Earth Art by some white dude. It could roll my eyes at her childish way of teaching. It could decide that this wasn’t really a practice of liberation, so what was the point.