I straighten the blanket over her, to keep her warm for dignity. - Joy Harjo

All cultures and peoples turn to poetry during times of celebration, transformation and challenge — those times when ordinary language cannot carry meaning beyond our understanding.

I have forgotten the reason, forgive me. I have forgotten my name in the language I was born to, forgive me.

I remember at one point going out to do a story, just after the Church Rock uranium spill, and there were children out playing in the water and in the livestock and the Navajo speakers were saying, "We need a word." How do we come up with a word that will tell the people that even though you can't see it, there is something dangerous here that can harm you and you can't use these waters, when it was the only source of water for their livestock?