My heart is taken by you and these mornings since I am a horse running towards a cracked sky where there are countless dawns breaking simultaneously.… - Joy Harjo

Those Old Ones followed me, the quiet girl with the long dark hair, The daughter of a warrior who wouldn’t give up. I wasn’t ready yet, to fling free the cross I ran and I ran through the 2 A.M. streets. It was my way of breaking free. I was anything but history. I was the wind.

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

Children are considered the continuance of life. They are spirits who have come to share the world with us. We have a responsibility to nurture their gifts, to teach them. A ceremony or gathering cements the relationship and responsibilities. The over-culture has infantilized children and the experience of children. And the over-culture keeps us as children so we do not question consumption and the needs of our souls. (Over-culture is a term I created to name the false culture that traps us economically, whose products do not feed our souls with filling cultural song-story-art food.) (2009)