To be honest as a dna jew i am sick of all the poitics Seriously fed up!! My own personal family history has been tossed from pillar to post because of politics and being jewish We started in Iberia aka spain to the best of my family tree knowledge. Left there and went to Kopenhagen - again family tree info- ( 1497) Then went to prussia ( court jews)(1700s) then to Ireland ( court jews)(1800s) then to SF(1900s) Then to Seatte Bainbridge Island, Washington then to Portland, Oregon, Practically every hundred years since we left spain. Probably the longest we were in any place was Denmark and Prussia ( which isnt even a country any more- so no homeland to go back to there!) Israel hasnt been my home nor my familys home in at least 1000 years. And although I have some dna memory of that area and life that seeps through in dreams, I cant say that I have a longing to be in that particular space. For me personally, I have always felt that I am a northwesterner. Even as a child, I tried t learn the stories of the stars in the sky over my head in the night dark oregon sky. I listened to the whisper of the firs as they shared their secrets with the wind, I stood and watched the ravens and the crows glide through the cold wet air and called to them to take me with them. I sat in the Portland Art Museum in the Native Arts section and tried to hear and feel the stories of the peoples who had shared their land with me. I wanted to feel what it was like to live along the shore in the long houses - was it cold and wet , or warm and snug. I wanted to dance the dances of the stories they told from one elder to the youngest child. I knew these were my stories too. These were the people of my land. I did not knw that I was an intruder. that i was the invasive species that was destroying their way of being alive. If I had , I know I could not have born the nightmare of being responsible for the death of those I honored and longed to know, longed to share their world through their eyes. The stories of the bible the torah, were not my stories. They were stories of a land I had never known. And so I listend to the stories of the eagle, the raven, the salmon, the bear. These were my sacred teachings. These were my sacred texts.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 20:27:50 +0000
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