Honoring the Medicine

In 2001 I had a dream and a vision that I realize, in retrospect, predicted the 9/11 attacks and the continuing crisis. Early that summer I had a disturbing dream several nights in a row. There was a volcano in New York City. Thick clouds of black smoke were pouring from the volcano. I saw hundreds of people trapped in a subway underneath the volcano, unable to exit because explosions had destroyed the stairs to the street level. When I saw the horrid pictures of the collapsi

For the sake of the future and unborn generations To provide a spirit trail for them to follow The old man dances. In a candle lit cedar planked room Wooden benches along the walls Filled with the community of prayer helpers. The old man dances. He is beyond age. He breathes calmly as his feet stomp to the strong drum beat. His eyes are penetrating, already looking through this reality to the next. The old man dances. Though dressed in poor work clothes, I see him