A Comanche Blessing Mark Hatmaker

[See the like titled podcast episode of Mark Hatmaker, Rough & Tumble Raconteur for the Comanche version of the below.]

I am Awake

I See…

I Hear…

I Smell…

I Taste…

I Feel…

Everything.

I Live Here…

I Live Right Now.

I Live Freely. [More Completely: I Live Freely Wild.]

[BTW-Puewats’i the name of my sailboat.]

Do not be a Coward.

Free Your Mind…

Free Your Body.

Live Unconcernedly. [More Completely: I always prepare so I can live without concern.]

Live Well. [More Completely: I live and enjoy each Blessing.]

Be Good. [More Completely: I Walk the Right Path, I Assist on That Path.]

I am Grateful or I am Unwise.

Ura Tahp’i [More completely: Thanks to God/Nature/The Great Spirit/The Fates/The Unknown. There is no attempt to “solve” simply to live Gratefully.]

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