"You are about to embark upon a spiritual pilgrimage and you will be visiting sacred sites where you have been in past lives in order to help you remember who you are. You are a healer. A lightworker. Right now, like the Aborigines, you are about to go on your walk-about to claim yourself. You must claim your power. You must clear out all the bullsh*t that says you're not worthy. You are here to serve the planet and remember who you are." 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 Skinny White Woman Stasia Minkowsky 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, Skinny White Woman is a raw and unrefined look at the human journey to find the spirit within.