The Life and Death Struggle to Belong

“I don’t feel like I belong.” It has taken me a long time to appreciate the power of that statement of Caleb’s. For many years, I downplayed the volcanic power of this cry because I confused...

The Quest to Belong (Caleb)

I grew up extremely curious but cautious.  I did not have very many places to really see or experience native culture, or at least First Nations culture on the prairies. A lot of the art and expe...

Conquering the Limits of Willpower

“Shake it off,” we tell our grandchildren when they fall. When the kids were of pre-school age the words of encouragement were “You’re doing it, you’re doing it”. Our exhortations mean to convey ...

The spirits and prayer (Caleb)

In spite of where I am and the position I’ve put myself in I feel optimistic about my life.  ​Sometimes it’s hard, but because of my understanding of the Medicine Path, I can navigate situat...

The Net Was Not There (Caleb)

I bear the primary responsibility for my actions. During my last relapse, it was I who left the recovery house. I picked up drugs at 4 am. I didn’t fight for myself. But recovery is not just a ma...

Have I Lost My Ability to Believe?

Caleb, my son, is back in jail. After a three-month “run” on heroin, cocaine and other cocktails, he was picked up on a breach of the conditions of his release. No new charges; only the past with...