What are joy expectations? It is when I sat outside under the light pole and played my native flute and people from the outside came into prison for AA, NA, or church meetings and they stopped, listened and gave me thumbs up. It is when a guard in the far tower beckons me over to play the flute closer to the cell block.
Joy is when I sit under the light pole on Saturday and Sunday mornings, when there is little or no yard movement and play my flute for the sparrows, golfers, black birds, ravens and for the dogs we train here at LAC—Lancaster state prison, California. The raven stops by and poses and looks at me with its dark glowing eyes, sharing sweet darkness. Some dogs with loving curious dog eyes, lead their trainers over to where I’m playing. One dog Cher, who is usually high strung, brings her trainer over to me and lowers her head to the earth as if she’s in a trance, and listens. When I open my eyes and see her I blow deeper. The peace and unconscious flow connects me to Mother Earth and all other beings.
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