Yellowstone is sacred ground in the truest sense.

For thousands of years, Indigenous peoples recognized the spiritual power of this land. The geysers. The thermal pools. The way the earth visibly breathes steam into the sky. This wasn’t scenery. This was living proof of forces larger than human understanding.

When you stand at the edge of a hot spring, you’re standing above a supervolcano. The earth is alive beneath you—molten, churning, creating and destroying and creating again. I felt this monumental power the first time I visited when I was 5 years old, and I’ve been honoring it ever since.