Bathed in the light of the full Hunter’s moon I can feel the enormity of my responsibilities to this land.  My grandmothers’ people have lived their lives on these prairies for hundreds of generations.  This soil has held their sweat, their tears, their blood and...

In the time when our cycles more closely related to those of the land, we would take this time to prepare for the coming winter.  Living within the rhythms of our relatives helped us to understand what was coming and how to be ready.  Community allowed us to share...

The last of our winged relatives are taking bold steps from the nest at the same time that we once again wrap our own little hearts in orange shirts and backpacks to take on the world.  The old people remind me that while it has not always been done this way, we must...