The Emerging Black Butterfly
“I yelled again and the pain was so intense I must have blacked out. I remember everything went pitch black and when I came to I was lying in a hospital bed…”
“I yelled again and the pain was so intense I must have blacked out. I remember everything went pitch black and when I came to I was lying in a hospital bed…”
“The memory of hearing my grandma work on a wool rug and the stew that would be cooking on the stove brings me comfort…”
“My head is on his chest as his heartbeat flutters, racing faster and faster. His heart rhythm is the horse’s hooves beating at the earthly ground…”
“Maybe the first prayers were just stories, talking out loud, speaking internally with closed eyes, or to our cousins around a fire. We had to share. Our voices were power…”
“It seemed the longer I sat in her room and looked at her deconstructed loom leaned against her empty bed, the more my vision blurred with an unbearable longing for her…”
“I will stop at nothing to be in the company of my demons. The rez dogs are still barking. The cars keep flowing. The coffee is still terrible and I am cold…”
Answering my phone, we talked for quite a while, discussing the herbal constituents of a medicinal salve. We exchanged our approval over the importance of agricultural textile hemp and the amazing biproducts that we could focus on if we had …
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