(September 26th entry from Honorary Indian Decolonized, available on Amazon.)
Last night as I prepared for a good night’s rest, I couldn’t help noting the calm, the peacefulness that seemed to fill my very soul.
I have spent the last few months moving, settling, and then moving again as slowly I established my home once again in Thunder Bay. I confronted ghosts of the past and made peace. I shared my new self with friends of old, demonstrating the self-confidence, the pride, and the strength that comes
from survival.
Soon I will once again travel south to retrieve the last of my belongings, and once collected I will return to the north, to my home, just in time to nestle in before the winter comes.
Yes, as surely as the cold air moves in over the Great Lakes, so too does the calm take root in my soul. Summer – the season of hustle and action, of movement and growth. Winter – the season of reflection and meditation, of calm realization and growing maturity.
Winter is coming and I am ready. It is time, and I so want and need this season.