Because Native American Indians are so marginalized in the historical world, we are compelled to search for tiny openings in the armor of recorded history to work resistant magic.

The softest grass can break any stone in her quest to find the sun. Rise again, woman, RISE AGAIN!

I want them to whisper my stories of enchanted birds, ancestral traditions,and smooth brown turtles as if they were incantations.

Perhaps in the stillness of a summer night they will feel compelled to walk barefoot down a moonlit country road and search for the magic that connects all beings in the Circle of Life.

I want them to see the magic of how everything is related: To walk out into the night and see the Green Corn Moon levitate across the sky.

My mom said:‘Don’t put your finger in your brother’s ear! If you want to know how that quarter trick is done, go ask the magician.’ So I tugged on The Great Arturo's pant leg until he finally taught me how. That was my first magic trick! I was five years old.

Water is sacred to all Human Beings. If you do not have water, you cannot have life. I always remember to honor and pour the water because it is traditional.

When life places stones in your path, be the water. A persistent drop of water will wear away even the hardest stone.