For the poets, dreamers, visionaries, and risk takers who planted light in the field of darkness so we could rise up For our children, great-grandchildren, and all those who follow generation by generation in the story of becoming For the water spider, who, when the earth was covered with water, carried an ember on her back so we could make fire to keep the story going. For Owen Chopoksa Sapulpa, who walks close to me in the story
