|Even as a child, I experienced a deep connection with our non-human
brothers and sisters. Growing up, two of my closest friends were the
dogwood tree in the back yard, and a large black dog which
mysteriously showed up on our property every summer for several
years. A bit of a loner, I often set out on solo adventures in and
around the woods and creeks near our house in Northeastern PA.
While my mother would never have referred to herself as such, she
was somewhat of a prairie dog. Every day she made the rounds
visiting and running errands for the Grandmothers and Grandfathers
on our block, typically with me in tow.
These daily encounters with the Elders of our community soon
developed within me a drive to live my life in the service of others.