As I step off the path, the soft ground gently yields to my weight. The smell of muddy earth rises to meet me. A dog barks in the distance, and the sounds of children’s voices, elevated in play, mingle with the rattle of bare branches in the wind. The stream burbles softly. Further along, it slows almost to a standstill, its outlet clogged by fallen leaves.
Read the rest of my post on the Women in Theology blog.
I live and work on the ancestral lands of the Monacan Indian Nation, a Siouan-speaking tribe of the piedmont and mountain regions of Virginia. These lands were occupied by a government that also enslaved Africans and African Americans, and the legacy of this oppression continues to impact Black and Indigenous peoples today. I support the Alliance of Native Seed Keepers, Black Lives Matter, and Showing Up for Racial Justice.
