In these pages, we reclaim the poetry inside the madness. We celebrate the rituals that turn ordinary gestures into offerings; the treasury of countless ways for a human being to embody the divine. This is an invitation to reclaim the rites of your ancestors, and to create new ones that speak to your heart’s longing. May our rhythms lay a field of treasures for future generations. Beneath the layers of hate and greed and human destruction, let them discover the ways of peace and the promise of Love. May they find the footprints–the kisses that replenish our Mother's blessings. We are the keepers of the sky. We kneel to remember what's holy. May that beauty guide us home. There are a thousand ways. May you find your own.