I am slowly, painfully discovering that my refuge is not found in my mother, my grandmother, of even the birds of Bear River. My refuge exists in my capacity to love. If I can learn to love death then I can begin to find refuge in change.

To withhold words is power. But to share our words with others, openly and honestly, is also power.

The mind creates those things that exist.

An individual doesn't get cancer, a family does.

The time had come to protest with the heart, that to deny one's genealogy with the earth was to commit treason against one's soul.

There is no one true church, no one chosen people.

Greed says there is never enough. Abundance says there is more than enough. Greed closes the door behind itself. Abundance opens the door for others.