Let the Inuksuit teach us

A dozen years ago, after a visit to a distant friend, she sent a parcel. “What’d you forget?” the Preacher asked. (I lose things easily. Even my head, sometimes.)  “Nothing!” I said, ripping the wrappings. Inside, nested in creamy packing material, lay a meticulously crafted stone Inuksuk, arms outspread. Precariously …