When she broke on Earth, the light in her was not broken. We cannot break light, nor can we destroy it. - Joy Harjo

Bless the poets, the workers for justice,
the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache,
the visionaries, all makers and carriers of fresh
meaning — We will all make it through,
despite politics and wars, despite failures
and misunderstandings. There is only love.

That was struggle enough; however, there was another plane of consciousness on which I was fighting every night that I lay down to rest. As I slid into the borderlands between waking and sleeping, negative beings attempted to pull me into their darkness. I learned to escape them by using words to make a ladder to bring me back.

Our class and our generation really shifted Native art, in the contemporary world art scene.