I am at a small gathering of Native and non-Native people exploring the topic of Decolonizing Faith. We have been looking at the history of colonization on this continent, and the role of churches in that process, and the effects on Indigenous people’s lives. We’ve listened to stories shared by Wabanaki folks of disrupted families, foster care, adoption, love and care of relatives, abuse by church leaders, the long path to healing… We’ve been here since Friday evening, and will stay until Monday.
We are in a lovely house by Chemo Pond (pronounced Sheemo Pond) in Clifton Maine. The natural beauty of the pond is, in itself, healing. The calls of the loons. The breezes in the trees. The reflection of red leaves on the water. I took a swim in the pond on Friday, and Saturday morning I sat outside in the dawn watching the sky grow light in the east. Today it is raining. Today we start to ask, what can be done to turn around the process of colonization (which has never stopped.) And what might be the role of spirituality and the role of faith communities in that work? It is good to be here.
There will be much more to think about, to write.