IN THE CONDITIONAL TENSE

I’ve been learning more about knowing and co creating stories together with this life, and about the threads of my third way. It surprised me that it wasn’t an exchange between one and the other or me and them, and that it was a story among life and change and ancestors. 

These stories are not mine alone but all of ours together, this feeling that I am not the first here, not even close, and muscle memory, song, desires, facing these joys and these challenges, feeling dizzied, curious, amazed, weaving these, tasting those, reminded me that I am not alone in them. They hold the knowledge that this is not our land but how might we make it our work to honor it and exist in reciprocity with each other and the other life that shares and has shared it with us?