because it’s thanksgiving

I would like to say thanks for the Champs des possibles, a land growing wilder by the years, holding space for children schooling, nature protectors, bees caretakers, ritual practitioners and my own becoming. For the last 20 years. For its beauty, without hiding any harsh truth, as I am reminded by a #MMIW red tag on an electric pole, during a walk while enjoying the sun, the wind, and the grasshoppers.

I would like to say thanks for my granddaughter L. who has joined me multiple time in this field and in my decolonizing process. For her straight forward questions, indignation, and her spontaneous desire to do something and by extension, reminding me to show up.

I am one of those who believes that to take care, you have to love, and to love, you have to experience.

I am so grateful for having both of them in my life, because they have cracked my heart open. Relentlessly. And now, as never before, I find joy in caring and taking care. Of them, Of me. Of Earth and All there is.