I judged a woman by her flaming fox sweatshirt. Then she and her mother danced circles around me—literally—and taught me a lesson I didn’t know I needed.

We thought we were just making roof tiles. What we found was stillness, kindness, and a lump of clay that became a guardian—and a memory.

Stand outside at dusk and watch Venus rise. If you sit long enough, you might feel it—the Earth rolling away from the Sun, the vast plane of the solar system stretching around you. Teilhard glimpsed this grand unfolding. Indigenous wisdom has always known it. This is an invitation to step into it.