Kuut Nuu ("I don't know")

A sister friend and I hosted a tradish tobacco information seminar for a group of teachers a long while back.  When we started, we knew nothing, so we faked it by cobbling together the memories we both had of doing ceremonies with tobacco as a medicine but neither one of us remembers it being a cure for anything.  It is a strong medicine for sure, mainly because when you screw with it, it kills you.  No wonder we mixed it with other things when we did do it recreationally back in The Day.  Later, when tobacco was mixed with crazy chemicals, The People died of cancer just like everyone else.  Still, there are some who live fine, belying everyone's warnings of death by bad habit.  Why?  Don't know.

Kuut Nuu (the BIG "I don't know"), something we all hate with a passion, Uncertainty that boggles the heart and soul.  No one ever wants to admit they know nothing, why is that?

We decided at the last minute to encapsulate our experience with a wish, a Want given to the great unknown.  We asked each Teacher to take a scrap of paper, write on it and give the tobacco to it as an offering.  The end result was a bag of words wrapped in tobacco.  All these years later I have unpacked them and decided to burn those offerings once in a while and write those words here.  

"communication"
"patience"

Wow, that stuff is strong.  I did it to the four directions in the only way I have ever seen and I will do that until all the Wants are done.  After that, Kuut Nuu.