The Wampanoag tribe is is known as “people of the light.”
Our Country-Second Grade Reader
People of the light.
That phrase hit me today and I have been mulling and mulling it over.
What does that mean to be a people of light?
Who are my people of light?
Do I do the things that make me a light to my people?
The native Wampanoag people to me exemplified what that means to be people of light. They took these rag-tag pilgrims and helped them learn how to find food, how to plant on this land. They became friends, they broke bread.
I think inviting people into your home and life bring love and light. Sharing of yourself, your time, your friendship. Just think, that is how this country began. A group of people looking to have the ability to choose for themselves. In their case religious freedom and were welcomed, befriended, and taught by the native people of this land.
Maybe it wasn’t as romanticized as it is in a second grade reader with a copyright of 1950.
But I like that version of history. Simple. Kind. I like things romaticized.
My heart has been so light and happy. I spent last weekend with one of my dearest friends on a getaway. We laughed, and ate yummy food, we snuck into a half marathon and I even have a medal to prove it. It was so good for the soul! Sunday I went to a Friendsgiving where the guests were treated like royalty. The table was so finely dressed and the food delicious. Isn’t it beautiful?! I wish I had beautiful china but then when would I even use it? I enjoyed the conversation and friendship.
I savored every second with my class this week. I love this class so much. I love how sweet they are and eager to learn. I loved having a short two day work week.
After work on Tuesday Ellie and I ran to Aydan’s wrestling match and then met friends for Friendsgiving deux. My heart was so warm as I helped in the kitchen and my kids played. Home. It felt like home. I was able to have a Thanksgiving with my children which for me is priceless. We came home bellies full of delicious food. This morning my babies piled in my bed and we talked and snuggled. Then they left to their Dads.
I will never get used to that.
I am grateful for all the things. All the light and love.
