Black squirrel on a slag of stone — carry me home. - Joy Harjo

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

I have grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and children, and in the original teachings, we’re told that they’re all our children. And how can I — I have to think of them, and they’re the rudder of hope. I mean, that’s where we’re going, with them.

Those of fire move about the earth with inspiration and purpose. They are creative, and can consume and be consumed by their desires (p25)