A Place: Iron Forest

Love is a future mother.

Today I reflect on one of the most important stories I have ever heard. It offered me so many lessons. It is amazing how a place that we have never been to, can be so connected to our spirit and hearts. Merely by hearing the story through someone we understand and love.

My best friend, in this life, told me a story. I think about it nearly everyday. I consider what it must be like to be tied to a place culturally, spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and functionally. i have not experienced what that is like. Sometimes I overlook the challenges that others go through because my frame of reference does not permit me to fully grasp what it means to deeply connected to family, culture, and place.

I do have some family, what is left it that is. I do have people I love. I have many people that love me. Probably more than I understand. Most people seem to access love easier than I do. I am honoured that people offer me such empathy and love, even though I am not always the easiest to love. I have deeply connected relationships that surpass any hope I ever had for connections. I believed I was utterly detached and unable to love.

In the last couple of years I have learnt what it means to truly love a friend so deeply that I would do whatever I can to honour that friendship. But still making room for my mistakes. I know that no one person can be an absolute everything, nor resolve, for another person. But I do know I have a choice in how I am in any given relationship. For some people there are deep ties to others, and often that deep connection includes a place. A place of birth. A place of childhood memories, both good and bad. A place that was mystic. A place that was safe. A place.

I can only imagine what that would be like. I think if I was tied to a particular place that I had memories of, or born in, that i would never want to leave. Especially if the people I loved were also connected to that place. I guess that what they mean when they say place has memory.

I recently wrote this poem about a place I have never been. But it is a place that I love deeply. That place is the birthplace of truth. The beginning of purity. A place that has born inspiration. A place of hope. A place of a deeply beautiful sadness. Perhaps a place of deep solace. Remorse. Regret…but definitively a place of remembrance.

A place that is loved, by love herself.

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About Daniel Gallant

Daniel is a social worker (MSW,RSW) and is a current student of law, who is also an emerging writer and has been published internationally in literary journals. Poetry is his primary creative processing tool, and also has published creative non-fiction (auto-biographic). He has a B.A. in First Nations Studies. I am a consultant for media, scholars, and government bodies about violent right wing extremism in Canada and a trained counsellor; Daniel offers services to individuals seeking to leave violent extremist lifestyles, and facilitates public speaking on matters of resiliency. Daniel presents Scholars from the Underground Blog in order to promote transformation and to contribute to create safe spaces in society for true cultural transformation. Canada has to move from a racist nation to an inclusionary society. We are blessed to live in a space and time where we can now talk openly about these social issues. Daniel welcomes you to is Blogosphere. http://scholarsfromtheunderground.com

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