The power of the world always works in circles.

The Holy Land is everywhere.

When I got back to my father and mother and was sitting up there in our tepee, my face was still all puffed and my legs and arms were badly swollen; but I felt good all over and wanted to get right up and run around.

So I took the bright red stick and at the center of the nation's hoop I thrust it in the earth.

Everywhere is the center of the world. Everything is sacred.

The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down; and in the Moon of Falling Leaves (November), they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow.

May you always walk in Beauty.