True shamans live in a world that is alive with what is to rationalist sight unseen, a world pulsing with intelligence.

As long as we avoid the creative, we are condemned to reaction.

Hoop Dancer is a rendering of my understanding of the process by which one enters into timelessness -- that place where one is whole.

The root of oppression is the loss of memory.

The hoop dancer dances within what encircles him, demonstrating how the people live in motion within the circling spirals of time and space. They are no more limited than water and sky. At green corn dance time, water and sky come together, in Indian time, to make rain.

Snowflakes, leaves, humans, plants, raindrops, stars, molecules, microscopic entities all come in communities. The singular cannot in reality exist.

My mother told me stories all the time... And in all of those stories she told me who I was, who I was supposed to be, whom I came from, and who would follow me... That's what she said and what she showed me in the things she did and the way she lives.