Every circle, the elders light the sacred sticks. A wisp of sweet smoke lifts into the air, carrying prayers to the sky. The aroma invades the space, a potent symbol of our connection to the ancestors. With every puff, we feelcloser to the force of the Bay Smokes. {The ritual is a time forcontemplation| It's a {sacred space forhealing| It's a po… Read More

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