It is a three day weekend.
And in response to the "Columbus Day" holiday, we did Native American Sunday. I spoke of genocide and the power that comes from being honest about our history. I also told a children's story "why the Osage honor the spider."
This choir did wonderful work with its own presentation of "1492" and Singer of Life. The congregation for the most part joined in the spirit of the celebration, hearing the Columbian - American who witnessed at Joys and Sorrows that he felt that this, the Story of Conquest was a story he knew well but had felt was never mentioned in Los Angeles. One good Unitarian told me she loved the sermon and felt guilty, and I gave her the little talk about the point of knowing the Story was not to feel guilty, rather the point was to "feel native." She was puzzled.
For me, it is not complex. Black Elk put it this way,
When I was standing on the highest mountain of them all.
and round beneath me was the whole hoop of the world.
And while I stood there, I saw more than I can tell.
And I understood more than I saw.
For I was seeing in the sacred manner the shape of all things of the spirit
And the shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I saw the sacred hoop of my people
was one of many hoopsthat make one circle
wide as daylight and starlight,
And the center grew one mighty flowering tree
To shelter all the children of one mother and one father.
And I saw that it was holy.

