We can say Black Elk witnessed the death of an indigenous way of life that existed for thousands of years. He did so just as surely as we’re watching death today — from Aleppo to poison pipelines to dead zones off the coast of America…. [Read More]
When I was a child, I imagined angels like the ones in sentimental postcards, those romanticized winged guardians walking alongside a blond, middle-class boy and girl whose aggressive normality rendered them as iconic as their protector. [Read More]
It must seem a strange urge – to work with the dying.
Life is woven with threads from many ancestors.
So what happens to a person or group when their identity is wiped from the book of history? [Read More]
From what I’ve seen, the cross-cultural truth about cajones is that they often cause serious wipe outs. Yet for some reason people talk as if they’re essential to success, even for women. [Read More]
In the wake of huge tragedy, it often seems like humanity is mired in smog. [Read More]
I placed both of my hands on top of the engine and closed my eyes tightly and pretended to pray. I yelled “Heeeeal!” and I pulled my arms off the lawnmower as if a mysterious energy had pushed me back. [Read More]
I was sitting on my favorite barstool in my favorite café, reading a book and nursing my diet-coke when a heavyset man of about twenty-five walked in wearing brown baggy shorts, sloppy sneakers and a surplus army jacket at least two sizes too big. [Read More]
The truth about denying your truth is that it sucks. It’s detrimental and I believe the difference between life and death. [Read More]