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Inside us is a grief so old it doesn't have a name. The grief of the loss of belonging the dominant culture takes for reality.
This grief lingers in the shame- filled loneliness that pervades so many lives. It rests unsettled in the asphalt pavements covering the roots of old-growth forests.
This grief hides in the existential longing of young people whose gifts have not been nurtured. And aches in the memories of the displaced ancestors buried in our bones.
When witnessed, this grief is an opening, an initiation into dark beauty, the fierce lamentation for all that we love and will lose.
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