When My Mother was a Mountain

In the summer of 1996 my life took a detour during a month-long solo camping trip to South Dakota. It was then that some unimaginable things happened. I sensed emanations from the land, saw the ghosts of Indigenous people, and watched birds morph before my eyes. The journey led to a spontaneous transformation from ordinary science teacher into medical intuitive and healer. During my trip I encountered dangerous storms, generous people, and confusing encounters with others. In my journal, I ...