Less than one week to go.
We'll soon be crossing the plains
to go 'home' to the reservation;
to re-new relationships and learn new things
about a place that's familiar
after almost 20 years.
after almost 20 years.
Yet the reservation is a place that still abounds with mysteries;
mysteries which may always remain unknown
to 'wasicu' like us.
1 week from today
we'll be turning away from news
of espionage, chaos, turmoil and all manner of intrigue
to stand in solidarity with folks
just trying to get through every day.
That's always the way of the world, isn't it?
Beyond all the headlines,
all the news of human misdeeds
and impending doom,
and impending doom,
folks get up every day
to face their individually specific
yet very universal task
of staying alive
and living a life that has meaning.
Those of us who have been going on this trip for almost 20 years
gave up long ago
trying to define what the pull is;
gave up long ago
trying to define what the pull is;
what keeps drawing us back
year after year.
It's a trip that's unsettling,
often painful
and always beautiful.
I read words a few years ago -
in Scotland of all places -
and don't know who wrote them;
words that struck a chord
and immediately reminded me of our trips to Rosebud.
Don't hide;
don't run
but rather
discover in the midst of the fragmentation
a new way forward;
a different kind of journey
marked by its fragility,
uncertainty
and lack of definition.
And on that path,
hold hands with those
that even in their brokenness
create a new tomorrow;
dance at the margins
and see
the face of Christ
where hurt is real
and pain a way of life.
Be touched
in the eye of the storm
aware that tomorrow
may not bring peace.
Impossible, you say;
let me retreat
and find my rest.
What rest, my friend, is possible
in these fragmented times?
We're not looking for rest,
although our souls will be refreshed.
We're not looking for peace
although there will be many peaceful moments.
I can't speak for the others that are going,
but
I can't speak for the others that are going,
but
I'm eager to be on the road.
ps: thanks to the reader who identified the source of the writing as
Peter Millar, a deacon at Iona Abbey,
although it's also been attributed
to peace activist, Toyohiko Kagawa.
Peter Millar, a deacon at Iona Abbey,
although it's also been attributed
to peace activist, Toyohiko Kagawa.
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