08/19/2025
As I board this flight from Yellowknife, I think of Wakaya lesson number one: Mahli (wind, in Choctaw). Wind is sacred—it teaches when to move, when to pause. I’ve followed it my whole life, trusting it as Creator’s path.
Last year the wind shifted. I faced hardship, loss, and change that forced growth. It taught me accountability, balance, boundaries, and self-worth. As a creative it’s hard to separate work from self, and I felt stuck between what I thought I should be doing, what I wanted, and what I was doing.
What grounded me was my people—my best friend Chad, my softball team, sisters, friends, and parents—and reconnecting to my roots in East LA: sports, land, culture, community. Then came another opportunity at the University of Washington, where my dreams began.
This March I became program manager for a land-based healing study with the Choctaw Nation. Based now in Oklahoma/North Dallas, I work with youth, teaching lessons like Mahli, connecting outdoors, and helping them tell stories rooted in land and ancestors.
A few months ago my mentor Michelle invited me north to a healing camp with Łutsël K’é Dene elder Felix Lockhart. I didn’t know I’d be working side by side: loading boats, setting camp, gathering medicine, and absorbing his teachings in the bush.
I felt like a child, realizing how little I knew, but by the end I found growth and confidence. What I’ll remember most is the laughter—and Felix’s wisdom. Like when he told me, “not everything has to be so profound,” which of course was. At 77, he still outworked me daily.
The camp was about returning to the bush and sacred water—healing, paying respects, and planning for the future. Felix has spent his life protecting Taché and building Thaidene Nëné National Park. Nearing retirement, his focus is passing knowledge so his people and land thrive.
That’s why I was really there. With a sore back and hands, I photographed the experience, hoping these images help his project grow long after we’re gone. Please enjoy these photos, and may you follow your own wind and its lessons.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: These are not my stories—only my perspective and gratitude.