Both my parents were born and raised in the wilderness and I was part of the first generation to be born in a modern hospital.
But even saying that … my family has one or two Europeans (probably French, Irish or Scottish) in there somewhere. We have a legend of one of our great grandfathers who was called ‘the white’ … which probably meant that he wasn’t Indigenous.
So, like you, I have a fraction of European blood as well … but in the grander scheme of the universe, we are all siblings in this reality we call life. Nice to meet you my friend.
Reminds me a bit of “Troy” in ancient Anatolia, if that makes sense.
I mean-- layers of meaning, layers of culture, layers of history. Just… fascinating.
At least this time, someone didn’t try to excavate down to the bottom layers using dynamite
WTH…?!
(oh shizzle, just realised who you ARE)
https://thebrainscramble.com/that-time-one-guy-blew-up-the-city-of-troy-and-the-horror-of-missing-history/
Beautiful.
Me, I only have a fraction of native blood, but I treasure it. Long live Natives, and their rights.
Both my parents were born and raised in the wilderness and I was part of the first generation to be born in a modern hospital.
But even saying that … my family has one or two Europeans (probably French, Irish or Scottish) in there somewhere. We have a legend of one of our great grandfathers who was called ‘the white’ … which probably meant that he wasn’t Indigenous.
So, like you, I have a fraction of European blood as well … but in the grander scheme of the universe, we are all siblings in this reality we call life. Nice to meet you my friend.
I’m not sure what to say, other than that you honor me, greatly.
Thank you.