"One night I dreamed women from all over the world circled a blazing fire in the desert. They spoke of change, how they hold the moon in their bellies and wax and wane with it's phases. They mocked the presumption of even tempered beings and made promises that they would never fear the witch inside themselves. The women danced wildly as sparks broke away from the flames and entered the night sky as stars. And they sang a song given to them by Shoshone grandmothers:
Ah tie nah, nah Consider the rabits nin nah nah-- How gently they walk on the Earth-- ah ne nah, nah Consider the rabits nin nah nah-- How gently they walk on the Earth-- Nyaga mutzi We remember them oh ne nay-- We can walk gently also-- Nyaga mutzi We remember them oh ne nay-- We can walk gently also--
The women danced and drummed and sang for weeks, preparing themselves for what was to come. They would reclaim the desert for the sake of their children, for the sake of the land."
-Terry Tempest Williams, "The Clan of One-Breasted Women"