Out of Outrage

I don't know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can't remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something or whether love just seeped in through all the cracks. I do remember thinking that, when I finally noticed, my brain went to "Something is wrong with me. Maybe... Continue Reading →

The Grief You are Feeling

Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com The grief we are feeling is not the private sort. That exists but this is not it. What we are feeling is a shared grief; felt across continents, cultures, and for some, time. It's resonance has always been there. However, now, with less to filter it through your busy... Continue Reading →

What If You Knew

What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you knew they do not require worship or for you to follow the rules others have set forward as your way to access the truth of their Being, of... Continue Reading →

Are ‘They’ Spiritually Ill?

A recent exchange on Facebook began with something like this: "Are racists and xenophobes mentally ill?  No, they are 'sick people' who are spiritually ill. They have lost their connection to the community, to hope and to love." That's not an exact quote but it gets to the gist. When I asked how 'spiritually ill'... Continue Reading →

The Voices, They Come

They began arriving in August 2017. One and two at a time they came. The choir grew day by day, led by Pihtokahanapiwiyin, Kamiokisihkwew, Shingwauk, Keeseekoowenin, and Isapo-Muxika. And still, they come. Day by day. Horse Lake, Beaver, Bush, Yellowknife, Salt River, Birch Narrows, Black Lake, Sunshield, Paul Band, Maskwacis, Ermineskin, Louis Bull, Sampson, Montana,... Continue Reading →

I Am Not an Activist

An activator for many things, perhaps. But, never in my mind or heart have I identified as an activist even while creating change in systems unaccustomed to the same. However, there appear to be others--many of them-- who feel differently and have paved the way for me to join the #noDAPL protest in Cannonball, North... Continue Reading →

Walking Between

 Weaving Past & Present with the Ancients There a several aspects of the work I do. One I hold most dear is what I call 'the weaving'. The weaving we do is a three-stage process, much like the creation of a hand-loomed rug. It starts with the gathering of materials. Here, though, the weaver is a... Continue Reading →

Fire

by Joy Harjo   a woman can't survive by her breath alone   she must know the voices of the mountains she must recognize the foreverness of blue sky she must flow with the elusive bodies of night wind women who will take her into her own self   look at me i am not... Continue Reading →

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