Two Things

I was at a funeral on one of the local reserves this week. You can read about it in more detail on my friend's blog: http://cyndismusings.blogspot.com/. I had a similar experience to Cyndi's and she describes it well. I saw beauty, love, faith and genuineness. However, my overwhelming emotion was an extreme sadness for this People who live in poverty, with addictions, with deep seeded, generational damage, and the bastardization of their culture. How can this People ever climb out of this darkness. Where do they begin?

Last night we were talking about a book that my daughter was looking at. It contained bios of women who have done great things for humanity. My daughter's response was that she was overwhelmed by the task of making a difference, creating change, being an activist. She doesn't know where to begin. I suggested that each day is an opportunity to love, to promote peace, to care, to advocate, to help people to help themselves, to collaborate, to celebrate diversity, to dance, (well, not in those exact words).