Where the Breath Returns (in the Lakota way of stillness) We are what remains when silence remembers itself. A spark. A breath. A heartbeat between going and returning. The wind carries… Read More
The Keeper of the Rainbow Path I walk where the sun folds into the moon, barefoot upon the breath of worlds. The earth hums beneath my step— a low song older than fire…. Read More
The Seed Beneath the Stars Before breath had a name, the Universe cupped its hands and shaped a cradle of light. Within it— a child of dust and song, curled beneath the… Read More
