Growing up in the midwest my mom would always take me to powwows. We would sit respectfully and watch the dancers. We enjoyed the amazing regalia surrounding us. Her understanding, appreciation and compassion for the natives of our land has consistantly been represented in her home. Yesterday, I had a moment to sit back and reflect on how blessed we are and have been. I saw these beautiful images looking back at me. Over the past year there has been yet another resurgence of the crimes against the native peoples of our country. Every day I hope and pray that people find love and light in their hearts and minds. That's all we have and all we can truly be. Thank you mom for helping me understand and believe that there are good people in the world.