I had started to feel pretty untethered.

My bones were calling for something that I could really settle into as my own culture and spirituality. I was grieving the brokenness of White Western Imperialism and the disconnection from nature and from wonder and from daily ritual and ceremony.

Yet, as I learned from Australian Aboriginal wisdom keepers, as I sat in Women’s Circles and as I learned about the Drummers, the Storytellers, the Shamans and the Tarot, I could still see where the dots would connect back to a shared way of being.