from Richard Wagamese’s One Native Life

We walked deep into the bush where [he] made tobacco offerings and gave thanks for everything that had happened in his life. He thanked the universe for the gifts of those teachings.
We heal each other by sharing the stories of our time here. We heal each other through love.
In the Indian way, that means you leading me back to who I am. There’s no bigger gift, and all it takes is listening and hearing.

The man he refers to had a really terrible childhood, so it is amazing for me to realize what he did there in the bush.

Will I ever be able to make gratitude offerings for the hard times because of what they’ve taught me?