"My path is made of poetry and music, characterized by rowdiness and sunflowers, and given life by everyone I have met along the way in this process … - Joy Harjo

When I woke up from a forty-year sleep, it was by a song. I could hear the drums in the village. I felt the sweat of ancestors in each palm. The singers were singing the world into place, even as it continued to fall apart. They were making songs to turn hatred into love.

A story matrix connects all of us.
There are rules, processes, and circles of responsibility in this world. And the story begins exactly where it is supposed to begin. We cannot skip any part.

For the true warriors of the world, fighting is the last resort to solving a conflict. Every effort is made to avoid bloodshed