On the wide-open prairie, where the grass bends to the wind and dusk paints the land in long shadows, stories become medicine. They teach us not just what to see, but how to see. The Rope in the Grass The young one walked home alone, boots brushing through dry grass. The sky was heavy with the last light, and each step sounded louder in the hush of evening. Suddenly, they stopped short, heart pounding. Just ahead, something coiled in the path: a snake, silent and still. The y

For whoever needs to hear this today, come, sit with me for a while. Let us talk about the space between things, the in-between. Many people rush to choose a side, to name something as this or that, right or wrong, light or dark. But the old ones knew, and the land teaches, that much of life is lived in the space between. Think of the dawn, when night is not yet gone and day has not fully arrived. The sky is painted with colours that have no name, and the world is quiet, list