February 28, 2001: The journey that changed my life

I’ve read that warriors would share their blood with mother earth—it was an incredible deed to be so open with she who blesses the paths we walk. Within my sacred circle, a rock grows. Upon it, I placed what little blood I could squeeze from my cut wrist. I painted the stone knowing from this day forward, I too had given to my mother earth. I’ve now entered—the Sundance. I only wish to become strong once again or be left behind to die.