Plants didn’t grow in one place—I couldn’t be bound to one place. All my favorite medicines—pumpkin, chamomile, mint, licorice, coneflower. They grow in different areas, at different times of the year. If we were constrained to the Long River, I would not be able to go on medicine runs. I pushed my heels into the soft soil under my feet, pressed out my frustration. Why! Why? My spirit was agitated . . . living in one place was not our way.