As They Say, "We Are Startdust”

Listening to the winds blow through and in the mountains, brushing through the flowers, trees, grasses, in waves.

feeling . . . i miss home -- europe.

home is also europe for me, just as here, our Menominee homelands, is home for me.

my grandma's grandma's / ancestors came from there.

i am of ancestors, who are within both my mom's and my dad's family's, who came from there too.

i come from there too.

i am Menominee and Ojibwe and Ottawa and Onandaga and Aztec and many more places/peoples here.

and, i am made up of European ancestors who lived all around europe.

so, having grown up part of the time in europe while on music tours with my dad, and being made of ancestor's who came from there,

i miss home

home is everywhere they've been and i've been.

i miss home. ❤︎

i want to visit home again, and no longer discount this validation i feel for this part of who i am.

this truth.

my grandparent's grandparent's and grandparent's and you all, who are part of me

who i am a part of

were/are from everywhere.

after all,

we are stardust.