THIS IS AN EARLIER POST from this blog
By Trace L Hentz (blog editor)
“I get up. I walk. I fall down. Meanwhile I keep dancing.”
That is a line in the book “Bird by Bird” by Ann Lamott. Her comical book offers instructions on
writing and life and so far -- I’ve had good belly laughs. Yep, Ann made a funny book!
In part two, Ann was fighting herself over jealousy of another
writer friend. She wrote, “Sometimes this human stuff is slimy and pathetic - jealousy
especially so - but better to feel it and talk about it and walk through it
than to spend a lifetime poisoned by it."
Poison is nothing to mess with. I spoke with an adoptee friend last night and Levi
is sure we adoptees need to create new ceremonies, even some just for us
adoptees. I was nodding at every word Levi said. A lifetime of isolation from what we know to
be ours, our blood rights as Indigenous People, our language and culture and
the healing offered by participating in ceremony, it was not ours growing up
white and adopted and assimilated.
But we adoptees are not victims, Levi said. No, we are
changed by adoption but not its victims.
I thought about
ceremony, what ceremony I missed growing up, and what other Indian people probably
took for granted growing up. That does make me jealous. I didn’t get to meet my
grandmothers in flesh, only in dreams.
I am sad I do not how to make my own regalia. I see others
dance at powwow and wish someone had time to teach me what I need to know.
I can think of a million things I’d like to know. When I met
relatives in Illinois last year, I was over the moon happy. My Harlow cousins filled many holes in my heart.
I am in reunion.
Jealousy is not my poison.
For those not in reunion, their hearts ache. We need to find
a way to heal them.
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