By Mia Ritter-Whittle
to all my native sisters,
i cannot gather enough words to explain my thankfulness for you.
i think about you often, everyday. i write about you seldom, because i am afraid i cannot find the words to capture your beauty, strength, consistence.
english shows limits for bounds you do not know.
the simple elegance you radiate moves beyond, outside of, around, in and out of, what i currently have the ability to express.
but today, i want to let you know.
despite my limits, i want to try.
to tell you
your own struggles for wellness, personal, tribal, universal
continuously inspire me to continue on
sometimes i am fearful i will get left behind
that i cannot measure up to all that you are
and maybe that’s true,
but i love you too much,
to not continue to follow you
you distract me
from class, from work, from schedule
remind me of things that are more real
of spirit of land of feeling of life
you never cease to surprise me
by how much you teach me
poems that i feel like i once knew
you help me remember things i’ve never forgotten,
but that still need woken
time and time again
you continue to knock on my door
in times i want to stay in bed
you invite me along,
walk, swim, keep talking, keep moving
there, we always end up finding joy
even in, even through, even with
the trauma, the pain
it all intertwines
in a way that we can hold
you are women,
(yet you are amoung the wealthiest i know)
you are these and more and more and more.
you have minds and emotions that work in ways the world tells you is wrong, ways which can also pull you through when others can find no path. you are my elders and my youngers and my mentees and my mentors.
and i learn from all of you. and i am blessed from being able to listen to you. and honored to be able to share with you (i can’t believe you let me).
i love you. am in and out and over and under love with you.
i know you get tired.
i am always so tired.
but you continue on.
and because of this,
so will i.