Stepping into the River of Sadness Where Grief, Gratitude and Beauty Coexist

 It was August of 2005, and I was on my second vision quest. I sat in the shade of a old juniper tree in the Inyo Wilderness, across from my vision quest guide, Anne. “I don’t know why I’ve been crying ever since I got here,” I said. “I’m usually a really happy person and there’s nothing I can think of to be so sad about.”  More