Nourish the spirit of the gift you have to bring

I ve been deeply moved by reading “The unlikely peace at Chuchumaquic” by martine pretchel.

I read a story

It read me

It changed my knowing

It could see

my broken thinking

colonised mind

It told me

“more will not produce the changes you so long to see”

I was taught that domination

would bring a kind of safety

But arid hearts and understanding

have cracked the world we love so hard

eroded joy and honest laughter

Tiil in the dark and decimation

old places and the songlines gone from sight

we cannot see the path ahead

Not through these eyes that made the devastation.

Breath in the invocation

of the things beyond all time

Where villages still bubble

and Kittiwakes fly free

Where ancestors and other knowings

kiss our cheeks and lead us on

to purpose that is not purgatory

but true reflection of heart song

Not meaning based on created self image

conjured out of shoulds and expectations

But thrill when instinct touches nerve of rightness

raw yes and natural self expression

nourishing the spirit of the gifts we bring

a burst of happiness and action

a sureness in the myriad of things.

Jill - June 2020