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On the Way

This journey of decolonization has been long. Longer than I expected as I reflect. This journey has felt isolating. In many of my circles, few people were at this place, at least that was my impression. In the recent years, as I have become more vocal about decolonization and taking simple steps of justice and love, I have found many others.

There have been certain people and incidents that have spurred deeper reflection and journey. I have to tell you that one of the communities that has helped me quite a bit is NAIITS--an indigenous learning community. Though I myself have just been on the periphery of this group until recently, some good friends have journeyed in this circle for quite a while.

I attended the recent NAIITS symposium this past June in Wolfville, NS. They have many of their lectures available to watch on their Facebook Page. The breakout groups and beers with peers afterwards were certainly my personal highlight. There are people who are thinking about this stuff and walking in this Jesus Way.

Much of the time I do not feel qualified to talk about certain things. I cannot speak on behalf of those of whom I am not part. My journey is one I can talk about and I hope that will help others who find themselves in a spot like mine.

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