Strips of cloth. A wooden stick. My kitchen table.
Night after night for weeks, this was my preparation for the vision quest. Not what you'd expect for wilderness survival.
"Tie forty knots," the elder had instructed. "One for each of the prayers you'll carry into the wilderness."
These weren't decorative knots or practical ones. They were intentions—physi…
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