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"... Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift ..."
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"... I throw myself on the ground, pounding my firsts and grieving the assault on my medicine woods. I don't know how to defeat the monster. I have no arsenal of weapons, no legions of fighters like those who followed Nanabozho into battle. I am not a warrior. I was raised by Strawberries, who even now are budding at my feet. Amid the Violets. And Yarrow. And Asters and Goldenrod that are just emerging, and the blades of Sweetgrass shining in the sun. In that moment, I know that I am not alone. I lie in the meadow surrounded by the legions who do stand with me. I may not know what to do, but they do, giving of their medicine gifts as they always do, to sustain the world. We are not powerless against the Windigo, they say. Remember that we already have everything we need. And so -- we conspire ..."
A reading from Braiding Sweetgrass:
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"Remember that we already have everything we need."
If only. There's a lot we need to (re)learn. Thank you for this.
This is such a powerful sharing, exactly what I needed to read on this day when I have been feeling so helpless, so powerless in the face of the current atrocities, and these passages give me hope. Thank you, dear friend.
thank you for this post. we are not alone.
I so love these quotes. I want them in my heart so I can recall them always.
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