Did a part audiobook/part paperback thing.

This book is part natural history, Indigenous land knowledge, part memoir and generally an anti-capitalist break down of what nature’s generosity offers and asks of us, respect and limits. It’s both beautifully poetic and educational — one of those books you can probably just open into a random chapter at any moment to remind yourself of where you are.

I’m having one of those years where the more I learn, the more I remember what I always knew. But maybe I’m always having one of those years. 

Reminders that under everything in this strange capitalist facade there is the real of us. And it is gifted to us. That we are capable of spiritual ecstasy, that our borderless and roaming communities fostered health and joy. What respect for life looks like. That we are fed propaganda and lies as milk, and we often have no where else to look anyway.

I guess this book is meeting me where I am. On the same road I’ve been on for years, that wound itself back here. Fighting for myself in therapy is fighting for community is fighting for Palestine is fighting for reciprocity is child psychology is child murder is respect your inner child is how you treat the fruit you eat is learning the land you walk, eat from, pray with 🤎

If you’re not on this same journey, I still think you’ll find an immense amount in these pages. I think everyone who does will feel the urge to re-indigenize or at least consider how they would.