My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?
Give me strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.
May you always walk in Beauty.
As you walk upon the sacred earth, treat each step as a prayer.
And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people as one of many hoops that made one circle.
Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a person is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.