Last winter was the first time I had not participated in a “Christmas” with my immediate family. Instead, I was dug into the snows of the Oceti Sakowin Camp in North Dakota, gathering wood and supplies in order to be ready for a blizzard forecast to begin in the wee hours of the morning. I was raised Christian by my mom and
Prayer is Prayer
Thankful.
One year ago today I used my only day-off at work before Christmas to load my converted Chevy Express 3500 camper van full of winter supplies and head to the Oceti Sakowin Camp as part of the “Standing Rok” movement. I departed from the Twin Cities