I am here. I am glad you are here.
Open the door. Step out on the porch. Look up in the sky, acknowledge my relatives in the ethers. Say good morning to the plants, the trees across the street. Breathe in the quiet, the dark, the stillness. Whisper “good morning my relatives. I am here. I am glad you are here”.
This is how I try to begin every morning. No matter what the world is going through, I make the effort to begin each day with that simple truth. I am here. I am glad you are here. I see all my relatives.
I’ll share with you some of Lee Maracle’s words. I think that they are very relevant for today.
“….I believe our elders when they said ‘Reality is always false’. I was very young and inexperienced when I asked my grandfather why we continued to promote kindness, gentleness toward white people, when the truth is, they can apathetically watch us die or promote our deaths. This is our reality, not their truth. The truth is that it is inhuman apathetically to watch a people die, or promote their demise. The truth is, everyone is born perfect. Imperfections and poisons fed to them resulted in this reality. We need to continue to feed them a different meal, until they change, and that will alter our reality. The truth will remain the same.”
Today, I stand firm in the truth that underlies human kindness. Today, I stand firm in the practice of acknowledging my relatives. Today, I stand firm in the beauty of the humane human, and pray for more people to consume fruits of wisdom, love, respect, bravery, honesty, humility and truth.
I am here, my relatives. I am glad you are here.