Don’t let the moments you have to comply or stay silent make you forget what you believe, the gifts you bring, the knowledge you carry from experience and teachers. Remember who you are behind the facade that is demanded of you in these times.
When native children were forced to grow up in Residential Schools where they were punished for using their language or any other aspects of the culture to which they were born, when African children grew up as slaves forced to take on the master’s religion….what remained? How did it remain?
Keeping our language, our rituals, our view of life and the world is critical.
Find a touchstone friend, a song, a real stone to help you remember. Write it down.
Not only for ourselves but to hold on to the threads.