When I moved back to Minnesota after 40 years I began learning the real story about our history with the indigenous peoples of this area. I also began to meet and learn from Anishinaabe friends of friends here.
Learning to see with eyes and mind unconditioned by colonialism and missionary christianity has become a metronome for my heart. White guilt is very sneaky and resists even small changes in perspective let alone the fierce acceptance of honesty and ownership without the need for “feeling better”.
As you know, Minnesota is going through deep racial purging these days. Chaos is a necessary part of real change
I should have known you would find the poetry hiding inside the idea. “A metronome for my heart” is going to stay with me.
And I love your distinction between seeing more clearly and needing to “feel better.” Sometimes an expanded perspective comforts us. Sometimes it takes away the comfort that kept us from seeing.
Maybe that’s part of the rhythm of real change: we see, we resist, we see a little more—and eventually the heart learns a new beat.
When I moved back to Minnesota after 40 years I began learning the real story about our history with the indigenous peoples of this area. I also began to meet and learn from Anishinaabe friends of friends here.
Learning to see with eyes and mind unconditioned by colonialism and missionary christianity has become a metronome for my heart. White guilt is very sneaky and resists even small changes in perspective let alone the fierce acceptance of honesty and ownership without the need for “feeling better”.
As you know, Minnesota is going through deep racial purging these days. Chaos is a necessary part of real change
I should have known you would find the poetry hiding inside the idea. “A metronome for my heart” is going to stay with me.
And I love your distinction between seeing more clearly and needing to “feel better.” Sometimes an expanded perspective comforts us. Sometimes it takes away the comfort that kept us from seeing.
Maybe that’s part of the rhythm of real change: we see, we resist, we see a little more—and eventually the heart learns a new beat.