¬ I am from the terrain of the red willow people, tua-tah. This is the terrain that shaped me, and those before me. The same way the land holds memory, I feel in me a memory of all my practices.  

I started my journey in food and clay as a young boy who ate terribly most of my childhood. I remember walking down the dirt road to my grandfathers house with my mother and her showing me the wild roses, and sharing how my grandfather used eat them. Every summer I would walk from school with my classmates and as we darted off to go hand fishing, build wood forts, or snag some pu-la-lu ( wild plum ) pies from the shops inside the pueblo, I would stop and eat a handful of rose petals. Everyone thought it was crazy and I would dare them to try it, usually with little to no luck. Being this picky kid I thought that these rose petals some how were magical, almost as if they were the only “food” found in the wild.