My intent was not to make this public. I was going to hold it close to my heart while sharing it with leadership within Indian Country across the continent and, with any luck and a few answered prayers, create a plan for the deep work that needs to be done. However, two nights ago, I … Continue reading “You Are Dead.”
Photo by Rob Wicks “This focus of 'inward path' and 'outward path' is as limiting a belief as any. As if one is more 'righteous' or 'right' than the other. A judgment of outward as materialistic and inward as 'spiritual' when they're both the same. That 'inward path' is just another way of fulfilling something … Continue reading No Path, No Way: Perfect
I am not my own. My body is not mine. The boundaries of my skin hold the multitudes that began merging within me in 2010. They came through again and again and I became them; horse, human, lightning, the light and lighted one. Again and again, they merged and melded into a being that … Continue reading I Am Not Mine Own
A week ago today, I became homeless for the second time. The first time, I did it on purpose and had never imagined that I'd do something like that. Now I'm in the same position without any of the control or guidance like I did back then. In October 2013, I decided to make myself homeless, … Continue reading On Being Homeless Again
photo by Barry Weatherall via Unsplash So. Here we are. Today is Thursday. All day long. I began the day with rhinos knocking on the floor above me in the hotel room. There's no sleeping in here, though blessedly there *has* been sleep. Sleep helps the mind and body navigate through homelessness & the rest … Continue reading Another Truth about Suicide
This year has taught me a lot and it has cemented for me this: The work I do is absolutely for everyone who is called to me, no matter this size of their checking account. This is for everyone who is ready to be met where they are, as they are. The unfolding of Covid-related … Continue reading A Lesson from the Covid-year
To whoever was reading the Indian Gaming and Missing & Murdered Indigenous Women and Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women a few minutes ago, I felt the threads you sent out. Please, next time, instead of trying to sneak-a-peek, have the courage to connect with me directly.
A slight change up from Empath Bullshit I used, "I've got a burr in my butt..." in a complete sentence and am kinda proud of it.
When I say I know where bodies are, it's not a figure of speech. I know where bodies are. The bones tell me, their prayers carried on the wind, through the waters. It's a shame no one will listen. Please consider supporting my work through Patreon and ask yourself why tribal leadership and law enforcement … Continue reading I Know Where Bodies Are
