I’m finding ways to hold the texts, ideas, and people of my upbringing in ritual space, in ancestral honoring, in being in community with the other-than-human. If I’m writing on my couch, look out the window and start talking to the birds that happen to be visiting my balcony, and feel my grandmother’s spirit and presence—it’s all part and parcel of the same moment. Spirituality is a mundane, integrated way of living.
