"A Sunday dispatch from the field," Nov. 10.

Billings MT 7 degrees F. tonight. (yikes!).   I saw Joy Harjo read her poetry and perform music at MT State U last night. Harjo's poetry was what I needed (and her work is what I need) for centering. So many emotions of joy and deep sorrow for her. And me. I stopped at the Little Bighorn Battlefield yesterday on the way here to Billings, only to stay an hour. To return on Tuesday. I've been only rarely moved as I was there yesterday. I'm excited to return, but apprehensive of feelings to come. I hope my prayers will do well. Prayers at Sand Creek Massacre came from where I don't know. Said with gifts of tobacco, they were deeply satisfying - heard by forgiving beings, I believe (smile). Tomorrow to the Waiting for the Earth to Move: The 1890 Ghost Dance exhibit at the Yellowstone County Museum, to see ((and feel the spirits of(?) the Ghost Dance vestments there. This is my travel as an act of environmental justice. I'm not certain what I truly accomplish, pragmatically, but spiritually it's healing. I love trading stories with those who are tuned in...counts for something that way, anyway. Stacey