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Spiritually Homeless

I do not live where I was meant to,

where my ancestors cared for lands,

just as the lands cared for them too.

I do not live in a place, shaped by creator’s hands.

I do not live where I was born to,

where my parents happened to be,

when their love was new.

I do not live in the place that created me.

Instead, I allow my roots to grow,

down into cracked sidewalk concrete,

and yet, somehow, I know,

I do not feel at home in city streets.

Instead, I let my roots live

with the souls of people who resemble me,

and if I have some space to give,

I know in their hearts, my home, will be.

(In response to my earlier poem homelands, if that poem is how things are supposed to be, then this is how they actually are. To me, spiritually homeless is to be disconnected from the land you originate from. However, there is hope for making a new spiritual home in our connections with others. )

Why Not Both?

This week I have a bit of a throwback for you. I made this video in 2014 to enter in a video contest. It speaks to an issue close to my heart. It’s about balancing Indigenous traditional life with modern day life. Honestly looking back on makes me cringe, and I hate the sound of my voice. Hopefully you find it more entertaining than I do.

If I could go back I would use real regalia instead of a costume. However, I always do things last minute so this was all I could find.

This video is on my personal youtube channel, so feel free to check on the other videos there to see my family acting goofy. If I ever get enough time I would like to make videos to go along with some of my blog posts. If that happens they will be posted to a dedicated youtube channel for this blog.

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Erica DeCima

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