I've had the craziest past few days, and you won't believe what I got myself into.
So on Friday, we had a Native American medicine man come to class to tell us about his life and what it means to be a shaman. You see, I'm half Navajo Indian. My birth mother and her side of the family are all from the Navajo tribe, and apparently if they had lived, I would have been raised to be a medicine woman. I have green eyes, and the only other person who had green eyes was my grandmother, the last medicine woman in my tribe. I was put into foster care and adoption and never grew up with my idea on how my heritage works. I've grown up with a lot of weir