Anonymous Vagabond

I can only imagine what my indigenous ancestors felt as they walked this land after colonization.

My ancestral code riddled with the settlers who stole land and the people who cultivated it before being slaughtered.

As I walk through the forest I can’t help but to step into my great granparents shoes.

The Choctaw nation was mainly found in Mississippi and Oklahoma but any immersement of nature makes me feel the spirit leaders energy in my veins. Including here in Virginia.

My ancestors would have nourished this land. Learned to live with the creatures harmoniously. But now? The world is so divided.

I can even hear modern times scream “but you are mostly white.”

Sure. We are all multifaceted and interconnected though.

A drop of blood from a Choctaw woman in the 1800’s still created me. Did it not?

I even have her picture in her elder years as proof.

You strip the tribe of their beliefs and spirituality by trying to speak for them.

My Navajo friends embrace me as one of their own, even being from different ancestral tribes.

You see this world is about community, cultivation and creation.

Will you be helping them bring down the last trees in pursuit of money?

Or will you dive into your ancestral routes. Feel the earth, energy and spirits around?

what portion of your ancestry speaks to you? Each person before you, lives on within you. You carry their trauma but also their life and wisdom. Are you tapped in? Can you hear them speak to you through that… now what is it called again…. intuition?

Will you live authentically “primal”? With nature now and not against.