Knowing when to hold faith….

and knowing when to scream your fucking lungs out.

I don’t have the luxury of time to consider my words, so I’ll be practicing a bit of holding faith and screaming in this piece. 

The last four days have been a huge exercise for me…in having faith, letting go, calling in the goodness that exists in humanity and being sad about the potential loss of some things which were very precious to me. I have had to resist fear and manage sadness at the same time. I have had to be willing to let go of worry. I have, essentially, had to let faith, the power of prayers and spirit be the guiding force for me. The lesson has been powerful. The story: I lost my purse Saturday night, and after four days of being out of my possession, someone reached out to me via social media to let me know it had been found. Perfectly intact.

I am beyond grateful. I’m also very curious about the different elements and energies that were at play that led to this happy ending (over something so trivial) and how this lesson might be applied to situations which are not so trivial. Situations which really count.

Before getting the good news about my purse, I went to the river after work and sang my small song to the Duwamish, and to the giigoonh and laid down some asema. I know that it is powerful action, even if my voice is weak. Giigoonh made themselves visible to me, which brought joy and peace to my troubled heart.

Making the trip to the river was necessary, based on what I was hearing had happened at Standing Rock. There is so much insane shit unfolding in our world right now and it makes me want to scream my fucking lungs out. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the insanity of corporate interests, infiltrating police at level military and using any means necessary to protect said interests. Complete with the deployment of MRAP, LRAD, pepper spray from crop dusters and heavily armed foot soldiers. Against prayers, sage, protectors of sacred space and water – our first medicine. 

I’m torn – on the one hand, I know that we live in a world of so much good. So many good people. So much good energy.  And then there are the sick ones. The ones who think that this, at any level, is ok. There are those who are putting everything on the line to keep the water, the land and the air safe. Then there are those who are so addicted to money, oil and power, that they not only let this happen – but plan to escalate. I want to stay peaceful and prayerful, but stuff like this boils me…not just the presence of violent actors….but what is in their hearts that allows them to justify behaving in these ways. 

Here’s what I know…that light chases out darkness. The power of faith, song, and prayer are really – powerful. Everyone has the ability to shine light. And every light is needed. I’m grateful for the prayers of my friends and have deep respect for the spirit and energy of those good words, where two or more are gathered. 

Please spread the word about what is taking place in Standing Rock.  Please don’t let fear overtake you. Let yourself feel the sadness, but don’t let it bring you down or harden your heart. Be led by faith and shine the light where ever this serious stuff is going on in the world. Let go of worry, and stand strong like a warrior. Stand together in prayer with those who are putting everything on the line. Pray to nbi. Make your presence in the world real. 

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Twylia (the 'i' is silent)

~ I am Anishinaabe-kwe with Scottish heritage and Sami DNA. I speak on the behalf of no one but myself. My ancestors inform and guide me. My voice is but one of many who are calling for change. We have much work to do to create a good space for the real human beings who are waiting to be born.

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