The ancient messenger god is back on course.

Yesterday a pebble told me to pick it up--
smooth and the color of a rootbeer popsicle--
and it whispered,
"I will help you find what you need."

What I need is good luck. A way out of the white man's hole. And especially this: what my mind can't let go of: a madly dancing smile.

Last night I read the words of the Lakota holy man Lame Deer. He confirmed the power of certain rocks, which speak as mine did, and help you find things.

Today, let me tell you, the universe has delivered to me surprising gifts of the most beautiful economy.

I wasn't looking. I just saw!