Every gathering, the elders light the sacred sticks. A wisp of sweet smoke spirals into the air, carrying pleas to the spirit world. The aroma invades the space, a potent sign of our ties to the ancestors. With each exhale, we releasefear to the spirit of the Bay Smokes. {The ritual is a time formeditation| It's a {sacred space forrenewal| It's … Read More

The air down here is getting thick. Heavy smog is rolling in from the bay, casting a hazy veil over everything. It's hard to see more than a few blocks away, and the tang of salt and smoke hangs heavy in the air. Residents are staying indoors as much as possible, hoping for a change in the wind. This isn't the first time we've seen this happen, but… Read More