We all carry the trauma of 9/11 and this New Moon is an opportunity to heal some of that damage – our fears, our blame, our rage. We can’t let this tragedy define us any longer.
Balance and Hope: The Spring Equinox
My grandfather was what they used to call a Half-breed. That meant that he was half white and half Indian. I use the word Indian because that was how he thought of himself. The politically correct term “Native American” didn’t exist in his time.