Before canoes glided or dreamcatchers dangled, seven secret fires guided the people’s path. What truths flicker in Grandfather’s story? Settle close. The journey of legends—and the spark of adventure—begins with a single word: listen.
Hi! I’m Taytshee’ Ashshay (my pen name, spelled simply for English tongues) is Tee-lhi Ch’aa-she in Nuu-wee-ya’, and it means “Snow Bird.”
My father-in-law, a proud Coquille Indian Tribe elder, gifted me this name with a smile and a story.
I hope these Firelight Teachings warm your heart—welcome to the journey.
My family tales speak of an Ojibwe great-grandmother—her name carried only in whispers, her spirit strong as birch.
Stories say a relative married into the Anishinaabe over two hundred years ago, wove his life with theirs, then brought his children south to Minnesota’s wild rice waters.
With the gentle rhythm of moccasins on snow and the scent of cedar in our blood. These Firelight Teachings are my way of passing the flame.
Miigwech—thank you for listening.