Back in 2016, I met a Lakota/Peruvian man who lovingly (and I think sometimes begrudgingly) supported me in changing my DNA and subsequently the trajectory of my life. After I broke down in front of him, he handed me a medicine bag, saying “welcome home”. This exchange set off the most powerful and tumultuous journey I have ever taken. This same man offered me the sacred pipe a few years later, a silent invitation to fully trust and immerse in the ways of the Creator. I refused, thinking a joke was being played on me. Creator was kind, however, and supported me in taking the deal and hitching the ride despite my folly-the road was just a little longer and had a lot more twists, turns, and jokes along the way.
How does it feel when you follow your heart instead of your fear?
- Subject Matter: Self-Portrait