I barely sing
An ancestor is called to account by her ancestors. Do you know yours? I don’t. I must think on them. Do you sing to your land? I barely sing.
:- Doug.
An ancestor is called to account by her ancestors. Do you know yours? I don’t. I must think on them. Do you sing to your land? I barely sing.
:- Doug.
Come to the land
you can imagine
where persons walked
how they warmed themselves
whom they will dream
their songs and stories
of yet
:- Doug.
What kind of ancestor have I been up to now? Ignorant, that’s what. Oblivious. You? What questions can we ask each other to get better? Is any generation away from us? Consider.
:- Doug.
Spaces
between droplets
of mists
are ever there here
even especially
when coming together
and you dissolve
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2486
stare into
hot chocolate mug
stir
wait
at last
opening
flows
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Antecessor does not have to be
a heavy thing
most are not aware
today
they are making
someone else’s
headwaters
:- Doug.
What is the most profound part of life? What is its constant? What holds us together? You might think change, if you think long. But I think, after, it is loss, ending, death. When we are finally severed, bone from bone, heartbeat from heartbeat, we are closest to opening. Fire.
:- Doug.
What does it mean for me, for us, for the Anishinaabe to be keepers of fire?
:- Doug.
You already are an ancestor, right? So what does that mean? What can it mean, for us who have forgotten? Are forgotten?
:- Doug.