When I worked as the Retreat Manager at a silent, contemplative retreat center in a holler out in the mountains of WNC about 10 years ago, the (amazing) cook gifted me this book.
I haven’t picked it up in years. I opened it up and turned directly to this page.
Sobering words, but words we really need to read and digest right now.
So yeah. Grandmothers can tell it like it is. Especially indigenous ones.