It was Thanksgiving feast at the elementary school and I dressed for the occasion. As an older mother, having had my son 13 years after my girls, these things are really a big deal to me! I know to pay attention to the moment. I know it passes too quickly.
My son and I painted our faces to match. We had a great time doing so, proudly. I had volunteered at the school so I went in early, before my son’s lunch. I was placed at the adult drink table. I stood behind the drink table & offered the adults sweetened, unsweetened tea, or water. But really, shout-out to Ted’s Montana Grill because they did all the work! Anyway, I was standing in service.
When a man came up to me, opposite the table, and said, “My wife is pretty good with makeup if you need some help with yours”. I felt the nerves adjust in the women on either side of me. I smiled at him and I said, “Sir, might I remind you of the very reason we celebrate this holiday? You see, one people came to this land where another people already lived. Those people taught the new people how to live, how to sustain agriculture, and therefor their existence. And then the new people were giving thanks to the people that had already lived here. I represent those people. And here I stand in service to you, sir”, and I lowered my head and gestured towards the drinks. When I raised my eyes again it was tough to focus on his expression because his wife, standing next to him, was beaming! Through a wide and toothy smile, she mouthed the words, “Good for you!”. When my son’s class came to the cafeteria, my son looked somewhat forlorn. Of course I asked him what was the matter. He responded, “People haven’t been very nice about my face. They said it’s weird”. I said, “That’s a shame. Seems to be the case with some. Oh well! We know what we are celebrating. I think you look awesome! Can I take a picture with you?” I draw your attention to the reason for the Holiday- the reason we celebrate Thanksgiving. I then ask you to think about the native people- the subsequent and current relationship and how their land, our land, their rights, our right are being treated. I suppose many of you think it’s not your problem because “it’s a native issue” and that’s where the fores have been effective. They have created the wedge- the disconnect. As long as you can make it “not about you”, we reinforce it. They are safe to do as they will.
I bet the folks of Flint Michigan thought things were going to work out differently too.
Anybody starting to put two and two together? Are you starting to see how the animosity and the hate and “it’s not me”, “it doesn’t pertain to me”, create just enough of a gap for one house on the block to fall at a time? As long as you are at the other end of the street, everything is fine because you still have your neighbor. Until you don’t.
We can learn to love ourselves and in turn we will love one another. We’ve been going about it the wrong way, trying to love others first. We cannot give away what we do not have. We must spend the time getting to know oneself.
🕊One must learn who one is and where one comes from. Then one will learn of the true connection of all being one. Then all will matter. Then we will become one
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU