Changing …

I am awake, I am alive, and as it registered that it is still dark out at 7:45 am … I took a moment to give thanks for change.

Change – some fear it, some avoid it at all costs whereas others welcome it or even instigate it. I am most definitely in the latter camp for without change there is more of the same and for Indigenous in this country, there cannot be “more of the same”.

So this is me, praying for change, praying for ALL Indigenous communities to finally have reliable, clean drinking water in the same way each municipality does. This is me, praying for the day that Indigenous can safely walk on these city streets without worry of projectiles or insults being thrown their way. This is me, praying for the day when settlers see our brothers and sisters lost to the streets and instead of judging that soul, they finally think to themselves, “We did that. We are doing that. This has to stop.”

This I pray.

So no, I do not want to go back to “the ways thing were” because in so many ways, they haven’t changed. But the seasons have and some who follow this page have, enlightened by the words they read.

I know change is possible. I know we can do this, one conversation, one post, one relationship, one seminar, one individual, one community at a time if need be. But we can do it.

We just have to be willing to change. Are you?

(I smiled as I typed that question. You are here which means, of course you are. Here where flowers grow, real ones, not imitation. Here in the new world.)


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