One woman, Louise, who was involved in placing me with an adopted family in 1985, gave me a Dream Catcher. My ancestors, made tribal art, and worked with herbs, making natural food as health medicine, from the land, which is something that I gravitated towards, 2010-12, and have been interested in high dose vitamin therapies, and what promotes natural performance and excellence, always, or ever since.
I remember looking at the Dream Catcher, with interest but healthy neutrality. It may not have been the Dream Catcher; it may have been her, and the way she presented it. It wasn't anything I'd had at home, 37 years ago. I was closer to my dad, who has French lineage, and I spoke British English, which is how I pronounced "r's", and the word, "button". We also made sandwiches, with the crust cut-off, which is how I asked my adopted family to make them. (They said "no", believing it was "wasteful".)
My mom is French too, estimating from medical and historical records. I think she has First Native in her lineage though.
I was reviewing medical records November-December, and that triggered some old memories. I remember the adoption through Louise, with her coming across as warm. I also feel that she was more than misinformed, about who I was, where I was from, my ancestry, and holding false ideas about people with natural heritage. I was reading tribal stories of Indigenous Peoples this past weekend, and some of the stories, I remember. I felt excited, about ancestral history, and the things that we know, inside, from our experiences, and our DNA.
Our DNA, and what we know to be true inside of us, is where everything that is juicy, good, and relevant, is. That which is inside, can be hidden, but never lost. I spent my graduate studies, specifically learning about strategies, related to this. All that is to be known, is already there, in layers, and sometimes is just a careful process, of discovery.
These concepts, can be used, personally, inter-personally, in therapy, education, business, economics. All transferable.
