Yesterday, the day after the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday, was the designated Native American Heritage Day (holiday). This got me thinking about the meaning of the word native, with all of its complexity, and for all that it can represent. It got me thinking about how I love to learn from and honor heritages other than my own. Honoring the richness of the fabric of humanity every day, in some way, is important to me. I always find myself within it—always do. It got me reading. Now, it has me sharing today’s musing with you.
As I write this note, I am boundlessly grateful for the seals barking outside, as they relish in the rolling, misty fog that soothingly and refreshingly blankets us this afternoon. I am grateful for these still moments, with my black lab underfoot, where I can listen—truly and actively listen—to living nature, to its whisper, and to be anointed by its delicate magic. I am grateful to share a few words here with you, along with the following beautiful Native American prayer that found me today. I feel so fortunate to be held by these wise words today—precisely what I needed. Thank you to the Puebloans for inspiring me in so many ways today. Indeed, we are all connected, and their courage and wisdom is woven into our present. Thank you for sharing this moment with me.
Love ~ Katherine R.