In contemplating the move to America, I keep coming across my desire to work in a good way, to honour my ancestors, to honour the others doing this work, and recognizing my accountability to those others engaged in this struggle as well.
My memories have been of Edward’s Gardens and the walks with my Vanaisa. As we wandered the forests we would ‘meet’ the people who lived there, negotiate with them for permission to cross their lands, trade, share meals, and then meet the next people. I think of this as being my grandfather passing on basic skills for negotiating the world.