This is Part 1 of a three-part meditation on Florida prairies, sacred ground, and what it means to be a steward of the land. This week has been hard. The kind of hard that comes when people misunderstand you, when conflict arrives uninvited, when the noise of the world tries to convince you that you are something you're not. In the middle of the noise, we had to go to work. Had to smile. Had to pretend. Hope all things. Believe all things. Endure... all things. Wipe burning