H A G-Wise 4: What is a life worth?

It’s 4am on a Sunday morning. I have been awake for an hour, and I have enough experience of this now to know I can’t fight it. So here I sit in my dark-dappled kitchen, cup of fennel tea on my right, phone and Braiding Sweetgrass on my left. I light a candle; I have been lighting a lot of candles lately, a way, perhaps, of bringing some light into the darkness that is spreading across the planet, a vigil for hope. With that tender flame flickering, I am ready to spin a web of thoughts into som...