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April 30, 2016
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Seeing Vancouver through Aboriginal eyes
“Can you handle two more rocks?” Old Hands asks. Sitting cross-legged in the dirt in a sweat-soaked T-shirt, I’m pleasantly hypnotized by the rhythm of a drumbeat. “Bring them on,” I tell the medicine man.When they’re delivered, cradled on deer antlers, Old Hands ladles water over them, sending up clouds of steam. It’s pitch black inside the traditional sweat lodge except for the glowing stones. We sweat, talk and sweat some more. Full article…