We do know that we have to learn to live in harmony with the earth and her more-than-human inhabitants. We can no longer afford to be exiles in our own land, starved of what is sacred.
It seems to whisper, Allegheny, Allegheny – an Algonquian expression, I remember. It translates into something akin to Eternity or Beginning of Many Waters.
It’s through this imagining that we open to the power of interrelatedness and allow it to operate ever more fully through us. Our imagination expands the concept of care. It redefines priorities and values.
If we choose, we could see our so-called opponents as “radicals” like us: rooted in our convictions, deeply pained by the state of affairs and ready to fight for something better.
News of violence about people of color tore our small foundation of hope, already unstable. Now, we’re rebuilding hope & trust in the goodness of our world.
This tale belongs firmly in the feminine domain. It has not been censored or interfered with by men, and always has been and remains an instruction manual for girls..
