Started this journey last night and finished it with my coffee this a.m.
Absolutely a wonderfully written and eloquent, yet disturbing story.
Much makes me want to cry these last few years, yet i've been unable by a hardened heart. I can't help but feel that holding of my tears has scarred my soul in ways i can't imagine, even yet. Upon reading again for the thousandth time a small fraction of the trangressions and shame my forefathers have brought upon this land and myself against the true keepers of our mother, and our mother herself.
I felt despair.
I held those tears, until bill's poem and read the rest with them welling up uncontrollably, i let them run a minute to cleanse my soul and went on to read that all is not lost, and that if we search hard enough that we all as brothers too may find truth in our souls.
Thank you U.B.,Yangdu, Howard, ted and to all here. For this gift. It is precious.
I also would appreciate Yvsa's thoughts on this, as much as he can tell.
I urge all who havent yet...to read this with an open heart and read each word as if it were spoken to you by a friend in your own dreams.