Walking with the Ancestors: A Prayer from the Top of Lamanai

Yesterday, on what would have been Daniel’s 48th birthday, I climbed to the top of an ancient Mayan temple, and I prayed.

The day began in chaos—thunderstorms and strong winds that threatened to keep me grounded at the resort. But grief has taught me that storms don’t cancel the journey. They accompany it.

So, I rose.

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