#resilence

The woman who descends into herself and returns gentler instead of hardened is doing holy work.

In 1831, the world came to an end for my family--and for all the families that were part of Chahta Yakni, the Choctaw Nation. That year we were forced off our ancestral homelands and made to walk on a death march called the Trail of Tears. Thousands of our people died. We lost our homes, our way of life, even our graveyards. We lost everything--everything, that is, except the one thing they could not take from us: hope."

I wonder how many times the world will change before we learn that the world IS change. I wonder how long we will struggle against change like a fish on a line, rail against it like children, build fortresses of sand around ourselves only to see the waves of change dissolve them again and again. I wonder how long it will take for us to learn that stability is vulnerability, that resilience is strength...

This is what it means to be resilient: to mourn a thousand endings and celebrate a thousand beginnings, to be as strong as steel and as soft as warm butter, to practice both resilience and acceptance, to cradle both life and death in our arms."

"Growth / Resilience" ❌😒✋