Boozhoo, my relatives…

I am glad that you are here.

relatives

This is what I say when I am out in the world with my more-than-human relatives. When one is on a spiritual journey, the answers one seeks don’t always show up immediately. But the questions are never unheard.

It’s been a very draining week. Last night, falling to sleep was easier than I expected. The port was quiet, I had partaken a relaxing float earlier in the evening which helped put my body in a very relaxed state, and I ended the night reading the first chapter of “If Women Rose Rooted” by Sharon Blackie.

This morning, the wind and the trees across the street were involved in a very interesting conversation. I stood outside, under a blanket of clouds, being cleansed by rain drops. An eagle cruised over. The language and the voice of both the trees and the wind are very comforting to me, even though I’m not exactly fluent. I made my greeting, and then listened for a message. Not receiving anything that felt like a message, I turned to return to the inside and it occurred to me that the meaning of the visit isn’t always about getting a message. The act of taking one moment to be in awakened presence of the wind, the trees, the eagle, the rain, the sun hidden by clouds….being in this moment is how the reciprocal relationship between human and more-than-human heals. The moment IS the message, sometimes. There is a transference of information that the heart and the spirit receive that the brain doesn’t acknowledge.

Every month, on the 11th, a world-wide ceremony celebrating and offering gratitude to water takes place. Sometimes, I am able to participate. Yesterday, I walked to the bridge over the Duwamish, talking to my love on the phone. We finished our conversation and I began my conversation with nbi, acknowledging her beauty and sovereignty. Along comes a solitary dog salmon, very close to the surface, gracefully and casually making her way up the bank. I called out to her “I see you my relative. I’m glad you are here.” I watch her for several minutes, she is so close and beautiful. I begin singing the Anishinaabe water song to her (and to nbi)…she swims further up the river. This precious moment….

Today I head into town to Stand with Standing Rock and with the Medicine Creek Treaty Tribes as they Stand with Standing Rock. I will carry Buffalo and Thunderbird Woman with me, and those moments will definitely be the message.

Miigwech, my relatives. I am glad that you are here.

(not much Ojibwe today….I haven’t been studying and my brain is a little weary)

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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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