In a time when oil robbed from the ground was valued more than the blood robbed from black and native bodies. In a place where the labor of colonized people was used to desecrate our impossibly beautiful, amazingly complex Earth by those who see the world’s subjugation as its proper role. In a time when spirits and bodies were connected by the thinnest strands; and the order of the day was assimilate or die.

A Sacred Lattice was born. A honeycomb of hope. Sparks of electric light in the dark. A micro-shift, a changing tide, of pathways back to the earth. To our roots. Our roots as people victimized under white supremacy and colonialism. As those who are not served by white supremacy and capitalism. Who have had things stolen from us, only to be repackaged and resold back to us in flimsy plastic, purchased cheaply with little regard for the high cost to our mother earth.

Sacred Lattice was born of smoldering embers, deep sighs of frustration and a powerful yearning for all that was denied us. At a few coming together to build something to serve themselves after having to shout once more into the void of white nonsense.

In the fall it was agreed upon, over the winter the seeds turned inwards and in the spring, the rain and muck led to small green leaves (on a google spreadsheet).

We’ll ripen for harvest when summer turns to fall.

Join us in creating our lattice. A lattice of reconnection to the earth and each other. So that together we can make up a constellation of unique, whole sparkling stones knit together with twinkling strings. Whole in our own traditions and able to respectfully share and admire each other's gifts and wisdom with the esteem and honor that they are due. We hope you join us in tapping into the magic that all our people had robbed from them by capitalism, that we should reverently, loudly seek out and reclaim.