"The wisdom of the ages." These simple words have the power to transport us from a place of devastation to a state of mind anchored deeply in the earth, like a rock that is steadfast and welcoming, having weathered the greatest of storms and remained strong. I see my ancestors on this rock, moored securely from the storm and then standing on it to celebrate the birth of a glorious new day.This thought, "the wisdom of the ages," gives me a sense of well-being that fills me … [Read more...]

A yellow moon had risen over the hills. Somewhere the coyotes were singing their mournful song. I was sitting before an open fire with an old Indian woman, her face creased like that of an apple doll. Her cheekbones were high; her braids fell well below her shoulders."Your life is a path," she said to me, her thick accent at first difficult to understand. "Knowingly or unknowingly you have been on a vision quest. It is good to have a vision, a dream." There was something … [Read more...]