As Is True For Most People I

When Dams Were Erected On The Columbia, Salmon Battered Themselves Against The Concrete, Trying To Return Home. I Expect No Less From Us. We Too Must Hurl Ourselves Against And Through The Literal And Metaphorical Concrete That Contains And Constrains Us, That Keeps Us From Talking About What Is Most Important To Us, That Keeps Us From Living The Way Our Bones Know We Can, That Bars Us From Our Home. It Only Takes One Person To Bring Down A Dam.

Like The Layers Of An Onion, Under The First Lie Is Another, And Under That Another, And They All Make You Cry.

When We Realize The Degree Of Agency We Actually Do Have, We No Longer Have To "hope" At All. We Simply Do The Work.

There Is A Language Older By Far And Deeper Than Words. It Is The Language Of Bodies, Of Body On Body, Wind On Snow, Rain On Trees, Wave On Stone. It Is The Language Of Dream, Gesture, Symbol, Memory. We Have Forgotten This Language. We Do Not Even Remember That It Exists.

If Your Homeland Were Invaded By Aliens Who Cut Down The Forests, Poisoned The Water And Air And Contaminated The Food Supply, Would You Resist?