Jamaica Heolimeleikalani Osorio Instagram – @dechintacentre day 5. On leaving Denendeh & the virtue of slow departures.
I came to this place with my grief buried deep in my belly. This Kaumaha was So heavy that my grief became my anchor. You unmoored me in a way I wasn’t prepared.
You see, I come from the wide, expansive, and magnificent sea. To be unmoored at home is to drift dangerously. But here — in this time of year— there is no darkness, just the bouncing of light off the lake until Infinity. There are no valleys, just the shield of granite and her forest stretching our eyes wider without limit.
There are no endings to which I can trace the next beginning. The cycle of this land is beyond me. And so without the duality I am accustomed, I am shaken loose from much of what I think I believe. I am freed to spend my days seeking other sources of life, creation, root. Ea.
I find them again every morning in all of you. Instead of waiting for a pō that will not come for months, I learn patience as I lay my prayers into the light. Instead of salt in my palms and on my tongue, I press tobacco into fire until it smokes. I press myself into fire until I smoke. I press these thoughts into the fires until they smoke. Ascend like ea to meet wākea. I wait for the drums. Their dependable rhythm. Their magnificent echo. And I follow them home.
Some Mana’o from people smarter than me:
1) “When you get the right people in the right place at the right time it can be perpetual magic.” Leanne Simpson
2) “Each teee strengthens its neighbor.” — Krista (quoting a Haida elder)
3) “Being on the land this week has reinvigorated my love for existing… and resisting” — @i_am_into_that | Posted on 29/Jun/2024 18:38:21
