A Space of Grace

School has begun with typical noise and challenge, but still, the hills are quiet, and all is well. Some things are the same here as in all the Waldorf schools I’ve been in, yet woven through it all is Lakota Language and Culture. Every morning we begin with a smudge of sage that grows on…

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The quiet here is medicine to the ear and the eye. Every step I take has a sound, and I listen. Every direction has a view. Along the southeast horizon, in the late afternoon, the golden hills meet the sky, and a blue-violet shaft glows if you look with a soft eye. The prairie dogs…