Love. Light. Tribal. Perspective.
Brothers move between valleys, They sleep beneath trees. Their blood is the fire, Their source of childlike desire. They called the angst and tussle, So a big brother, can drink vodka, with his little brother Russell. #coffeewithanindian #cwaiblack #thelessonlearned
In life, always be prepared to stop, drop, and roll: For my people, pre-colonial America was a time of hyper-spirituality, great mystery, and serenity (I’m not saying it was easy)—but, this is what tribal oral traditions tell us. Suffering-spiritually through restraint