Many languages are disappearing because lives and peoples, their cultures, are being absorbed by the more powerful cultures cutting into their worlds. The deepest wound this causes is to the connective tissue and knowledge base that people have to the land. Think of it like the tissue that you see when you peel a hard-boiled egg. Without catching that thin tissue just right, you can’t easily peel the egg. Language is that tenuous and continuous element that helps to hold the world together. It is remarkable for its place as matrix, mother and home to the living but also keeper of the wisdom and home to our ancestors and their store of knowledge; and if we’re fortunate, home to our future relatives.
There
are people designated as the keepers of their language. There are people who
also understand the language of birds. And those who can recognize hundreds of
bird songs. All of these languages and songs hold my hope for the world. May
they always be heard; may they always be sung.
from
bird dreams, riding hope, - sometimes a fable, weaving our connections to birds, meandering rivers and dragons, fermenting
miso and consciousness,
wetlands,
our extended kin and ancestors, our mentors, and Wisdom.
Inspired
by actual events and a sense of place and belonging by a woman who addresses
the reader on behalf of the earth
thank you for your support
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