June 04, 2026

We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and the winding streams with tangled growth as 'wild.' Only to the white man was nature a 'wilderness' and only to him was the land 'infested' with 'wild' animals and 'savage' people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery.

Luther Standing Bear wrote this in 1933, near the end of his life, as the Lakota people were deep into the reservation era and their relationship to the land had been forcibly severed. He was not writing from a place of ease but from one of profound loss, and yet he returned to this memory of belonging without bitterness. What he describes is not nostalgia — it is a different operating system entirely, one built on trust that the world is fundamentally safe and generous rather than something to be conquered and controlled. That shift in assumption is what makes this line so disorienting and useful today, when so much of modern anxiety comes from treating life as a problem to be managed rather than a home to be inhabited.