Skinny White Woman

After being pronounced a lightworker by a psychic from Sedona, all Stasia Minkowsky wants to do is smoke a joint, get drunk and forget about it. The only problem? It's not working. Desperate for answers, she is guided to her first Native American sweat lodge where most participants are in recovery for drugs and alcohol. Cautious about "drinking the Kool-Aid", Stasia's once guarded exterior begins to unravel with the power of the ceremonies and the path known as the "Red Road". Under the guidance of a goofy, yet reclusive, Native American teacher she is buried in a hole for her vision quest and the only white woman dancing in the spiritual piercing ritual called the Sundance. But as her rites of passage into the ceremonial path become deeper, so does her understanding of the blemishes and betrayals of following a spiritual path. The lure of her old lifestyle is never far from her thoughts, along with a nagging question about the pain of growing consciousness. If this is truly the path to becoming a lightworker, why is it so friggin' hard? A self-reflective memoir about what it means to follow a modern-day spiritual path, this is a raw and unrefined look at the human journey to find the spirit within.--Copver.