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My Public School career was from the early 80s to the early 90s. I am just now reckoning with the fact that I am neurodivergent--and have been since I was born. I have spent the past few years going back through my memories to unweave and review some of these times. I do not know where to begin or end.  I was bullied every day of school until I hit my growth spurt. That is when I stopped bullying from happening when I could. I hate bullying. I am sure that due to this part of my story, my reaction to some things is not proportional to the actual action.  I know I went to school with Mi'kmaq and Wolastokiyik kids but their identity was never acknowledged, certainly not celebrated, and perhaps ridiculed. The thing is, I didn't pay enough attention to really know.  I am sorry. I know I didn't do a good job. I am sure I was never a good or safe friend. 
Recent posts

Podcast on Indigenous Theology

 This is a great discussion on an Indigenous and decolonized theological Jesus Way journey. Randy Woodley is a great thinker and speaker with a lot of experience.  I like the idea of shedding christianity as I walk on the Jesus Way. Christianity led me to Jesus but I don't think I would call myself Christian--except for sake of expediency and not integrity.

Land Reckoning

We must reckon with Land. In the journey of decolonization, capital 'L' Land is a vital connection. We must understand treaties and obligations. We must acknowledge and begin to walk in a Good Way with the indigenous people of the Land. We need to rethink our understandings of relationship with Land.  As settlers, we owe the Land. We do not own the Land.  Some of us may participate in the colonial system of 'owning Land.' I really think that is an imaginary fiction that does not produce a healthy paradigm nor reflect the actual relationship. We purchased a house several years ago. For me, that was an agreement with the Land itself. I think the Land, if anything, owns me. The Land has been here much longer and will be here much longer than I. The Land gives food and shelter and all sorts of Good Medicine.  We are in a climate crisis. Let us be clear. The Land will ultimately be fine. It is humanity that is truly in danger. If we do not get into a g...

A Decolonization Recipe (Part 2): Reading Lists

Here is the thing, I have read a lot of books on this journey. It is important to once again, situate my context of knowing and learning. I am settler-Acadian. I grew up along the Wolastoq and now live in Mi'kma'ki, the part now currently known as Nova Scotia. I am a treaty person with the Peace and Friendship Treaties of 1725 forward. This journey is impossible without reading. I spent a lot of years reading almost exclusively from the voice of straight, white, men. I needed to spend a long time listening to different voices... decentering whiteness. Read indigenous authors. Read women authors.  In an effort for manageability, I have put some of these books in different pots. It doesn't mean they should always stay there. Also, this is not an exhaustive list. I am not sure if I could pinpoint the reason I chose these other than they are my regular "you may want to start with some of these" books when I am asked about reading lists. I haven't even mentioned th...

Kissing A Grapevine

Last night, while we were having a little fire in our back garden, my son and I were walking our fence line. Several years ago, I was given 3 grapevine cuttings to propagate. Only one took. You see, when we moved in to this place, there was already a lush Concord vine growing. I have had to protect this from careless developers on the other side of our fence who have reached over the fence and cut this vine.  When given the opportunity to grow another variety, I said yes. My mother-in-law helped me quite a bit. The kids have cared for this growing vine over the past few years. It has now creeped up our fence and is taller than my 6 feet. Last night, as I gave up at this vine with the tiny green and growing grapes on it, I was overcome with the desire to kiss the vine. I pushed it down as silly. Then I relented and dove deeply into that feeling. I gently brushed my lips against this vine. "I am so glad you are growing and doing well friend. You are a sight to behold." My son w...

Decolonizing Food

This year, I switched from a propane BBQ to charcoal grilling. I chose it because it is slow and it is an event. First, I build a little fire using twigs and paper I have gathered. Then I add my wood charcoal chunks. Finally, I spend the rest of the day cooking vegetables and meat. It gives me time to teach my kids, to thank the food itself, to talk with Creator and the other creatures that flit through our backyard space. Time and space and place. Relationship and gratitude.  My great grandfather trapped and showed us about cleaning and skinning. I have hunted and fished but not done so lately. Though our family has been practicing foraging or gathering. We grow grapes and harvest those. We gather dandelion greens and plantain. We make syrups and jellies from many of the edible flowers in our urban space. We even try to gather fruit from urban trees that is not being eaten by others. I would like to try an urban sugar bush project. You never take the first or the last. Y...

The Money Thing

We have had several revenue streams over the years. The main one for two decades has been through the religious organization we are with. Everyone in the organization is supposed to raise their own support (and is told by many to rely solely on what they raise). I have only encountered a privileged few who can survive with a family on this method (especially when it is longterm, ie anything over 2 years).  Since we began this journey of decolonization, our support base has crumbled. People have stopped supporting us, unfriended us on the socials, and stopped taking our calls. The pandemic has exacerbated everything as well. Through it all, we have seen how tied to colonialism (and capitalism) mission truly is. This is a whole topic to explore and perhaps I will in this stream of consciousness blog-style I am now writing. In the meantime, humans still need money to live. I have hope in systems like Patreon that allow people to just put their life out there and ho...