I ran across this Native American saying – I think it was at the Great Dakota Gathering we went to this fall. (better known as a pow-wow). It translates to “all my relations” or “I am related to all things and all things are related to me.”
I’ve “found” some long-lost relations in the past few years, some I had lost track of for no good reason, some I didn’t even know existed. One is Jaylen Bea.
My mother and her great-grandmother are sisters. She visited me this summer and we were figuring out who she was related to and how. It got a little complicated. How many levels of cousin-ness are there? Would she be my third cousin? Who would the great-grandchilden of my mother’s brother be to her?
She concentrated for awhile and finally told me this:
When you really think about it, we are all related.
Maybe she was just tired of trying to make the connections, but I don’t think so. I think she was making even more connections.
I wish I was that wise. I wish our leaders were that wise.
Thanks, JB. You’re right. We are all related.
All My Relations (älˑ mīˑ rē·lāˑ·shnz),