How Crow gave us the stars

A tale told to me by the Grandmothers.     Once upon a time, when the world was young and people were new, all that the sky had was the sun. The sun would heat the world during the day, but when night came all the people had was a an inky blackness with nothing…

The shuffle of my feet kicks up your holy scents, loam and smoke and the deep breath of ancient forests. I would kneel here and press my nose deep into the ground if I didn’t think they would worry more for my sanity. Here is the rich iron of blood, metalic in my mouth. Here…

I have no words for my struggles.  I look to other religions for a sense of familiarity and, while I love the words, I don’t find the connectiveness I long for. I tear up at the words of Rumi, but don’t feel the same sense of adoration and love as professed in the poems.  I…

Other paths have a path to follow, other’s have shadows they can track against the constant movement of time. I do not. I run through the forest in pursuit of ideas. I bang my knees and scrape my toes and might leave a trail of blood behind me but I cannot afford to look behind me,…