It's dark. Completely dark, except for the glowing volcanic rocks at the center of this structure, made of bent willow branches and covered with blankets. A drum beats steadily, and my heart beats with it. Several voices try to follow an ancient Lakota prayer chant. At times, the rocks hiss as water is poured over them, creating a thick steam. Somehow, several dozen of us fit inside this ceremonial womb, all smudged with sage and drenched in swe…
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It's dark. Completely dark, except for the glowing volcanic rocks at the center of this structure, made of bent willow branches and covered with blankets. A drum beats steadily, and my heart beats with it. Several voices try to follow an ancient Lakota prayer chant. At times, the rocks hiss as water is poured over them, creating a thick steam. Somehow, several dozen of us fit inside this ceremonial womb, all smudged with sage and drenched in swe…