In the Inipi among the heat and haze a grandfather speaks… Hey ya ya hey ha hey ya yo… The sound of a lone drummer singing in the distance wakes me from the abyss of a nightmare. I awake disoriented and confused. Continue reading
3rd Memory
I am sure they can hear my ragged breath and pounding heart. I am afraid.
Can they smell my fear?
My heart is pounding I can feel all the fear, and resentment merging, growing, becoming beyond my control. In this moment I am a warrior. I want this fight. Even if I die here, they will remember me. Continue reading
Second Memory
Slipping into the shadows, the forest encloses us in its protective darkness. A sigh of relief escapes my lips, just a moment before the cry of alarm reaches my ears. For a just one moment, we are all struck with panic. Continue reading
