There are moments when the gratitude for the life I lead feels heavy. Not in a way that is negative, but in a way that I am so grounded by the power of these gifts I am able to experience, that my heart transcends levity and exists on a plane that is beyond words. ThisContinue reading “Gratitude as Translator and Other Thoughts in Pueblolands”
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