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To me, this poem is an example of the magic and mystery revealed when engaging in cultural repair.

The invitation is for us to pour ourselves into our lives as though it were a sacred ceremony. 

And the Grandmothers sang to me, "If Love is a River, Listen".

When we point at what we love, it is a way of knowing what it is we can or do love of ourselves.

Rather than a unified, coherent individual, humans are more like a ship steered by a whole crew of frequently opposing forces. 

If the heart were truly allowed to lead - what would it do? What would it say? What advice would it give on our individual healing?