By Audrey Hope



(to belong naturally to a place)

I am jealous of my friends from other lands.
They know things.
They worship things.
I buy things.
I count things.

They dance in moonlight to awaken sleeping goddesses,
Once, I bought a picture of women in a group and hung it on my wall.

In community, they gather and cook meals on sacred fire.
I drive through clown machines to eat, alone.

Great grandmothers teach them to revere the land and sea,
I watch people pray on TV.

I want to be an indigenous person.
They discuss seeds and earth and notice how trees grow.
I count wrinkles and worry how they will disappear.

Their silence is eternity.
In noisy cities, I measure time lost.

I want to be an indigenous person,
To love my homeland, to bless my life, my moments,
To notice the small things everyday like the air I breathe can be enough.

I want to be an indigenous person.
To embrace, that despite the pain, the suffering, the despair  
    Grace reigns, beauty abounds. 

And this holy earth that lets me walk on it is the gift,
and saving it, is the only work that matters in this life.

Audrey Hope is the spiritual counselor at Passages Rehab in Malibu, and host/producer of REAL WOMEN, an international award-winning talk show dedicated to life-altering perspectives. Please visit www.hopesrealwomen.com

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