With a heart full of gratitude and reverence, I offer this letter as a humble expression of appreciation for the sacred path we walk together — the Red Road — and for the Church that protects and honors the ancient wisdom of the sacred plants. You are a living flame of tradition, remembrance, and truth.
In these times of confusion and forgetting, you remain a place where one can return to the center — where Spirit breathes through the fire, the songs, the silence, and the medicine. Here, we are reminded that the journey inward is not a lonely road, but one walked in trust, hand in hand with brothers and sisters, held by the Great Spirit.
Thank you for keeping the door open to those who seek. Through your prayers, your ceremonies, your quiet presence, and your bold truth, you invite each of us to commit — not just for a night, but for life — to the sacred dance between earth and sky. Your example teaches that loyalty to Spirit is loyalty to our true selves, and that through this loyalty, we begin to know peace.
Around the grandpa fire, we are no longer strangers. We are family — not by blood, but by soul. Here, no mask can last. Honest words rise like smoke, and tears are not weakness but water for the seeds of transformation. We sing, we laugh, we grieve, and we remember — who we are, and why we came.
In your embrace, friendship is not small talk. It is ceremony. Brotherhood is not a title. It is responsibility. Unity is not an idea. It is a fire tended by all. Thank you for calling us home — into deeper reflection, into courageous healing, into radical love.
May the circle remain unbroken. May our children’s children still find this path. May we continue to walk upright — with humility, integrity, and strength — guided by the sacred plants, the ancestors, and the whisper of the wind that says: You are never alone.
With love, loyalty, and deep respect,
In the name of creator and all my relations,
Yeldos son of Yerkin
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin — All my relations.
Beloved Relatives,
With a heart full of gratitude and reverence, I offer this letter as a humble expression of appreciation for the sacred path we walk together — the Red Road — and for the Church that protects and honors the ancient wisdom of the sacred plants. You are a living flame of tradition, remembrance, and truth.
In these times of confusion and forgetting, you remain a place where one can return to the center — where Spirit breathes through the fire, the songs, the silence, and the medicine. Here, we are reminded that the journey inward is not a lonely road, but one walked in trust, hand in hand with brothers and sisters, held by the Great Spirit.
Thank you for keeping the door open to those who seek. Through your prayers, your ceremonies, your quiet presence, and your bold truth, you invite each of us to commit — not just for a night, but for life — to the sacred dance between earth and sky. Your example teaches that loyalty to Spirit is loyalty to our true selves, and that through this loyalty, we begin to know peace.
Around the grandpa fire, we are no longer strangers. We are family — not by blood, but by soul. Here, no mask can last. Honest words rise like smoke, and tears are not weakness but water for the seeds of transformation. We sing, we laugh, we grieve, and we remember — who we are, and why we came.
In your embrace, friendship is not small talk. It is ceremony. Brotherhood is not a title. It is responsibility. Unity is not an idea. It is a fire tended by all. Thank you for calling us home — into deeper reflection, into courageous healing, into radical love.
May the circle remain unbroken. May our children’s children still find this path. May we continue to walk upright — with humility, integrity, and strength — guided by the sacred plants, the ancestors, and the whisper of the wind that says: You are never alone.
With love, loyalty, and deep respect,
In the name of creator and all my relations,
Yeldos son of Yerkin
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin — All my relations.