We walked out of the Laguna Reservation led by the Laguna tribe’s law enforcement officers today. We were blessed to have this opportunity to freely walk across open tribal lands … it just doesn’t happen for anyone. The issue of Climate Change, sustainability, and use of natural resources are critical issues for the Native American. It seems they embrace our concerns more readily than most. Another night had been spent seeking shelter. This time we found it at a tribal owned Casino hotel where we could watch the 45 mph gusts through plate glass windows and escape the clouds of red dust. They gave us a conference room for the night. Now we are walking over 9 Mile Hill and into Albuquerque . It’s quite a view looking down that hill at the city. With several days off I’m tying to relax a bit before the feet start walking again.
A small rally awaited us in Albuquerque. However small it may have been, the words were certainly powerful. It seems we are taking on a bit of image amongst fellow activist & environmentalist. It is generally recognized that we are small in number but committed to carry our message of concern to the end. This has a “little engine that could” feel. Committed members of the environmental movement hardly have time to stop their local actions to notice us, but they appreciate our passing through, and it gives them pause to think about repetitive action, however small it might be. Small things like footsteps do make a difference. They compound over time and touch the soul of everyone you pass.
We marchers have to take time to reconnect now and then… the difficulties of moving across this country is a challenge. As a group of strong minded strong willed individuals trying to live in community as we go, it takes a little humility. Failures are inevitable but i hope those failures become a big part of our future success. We lost two marchers today who felt unheard. We are collectively saddened. But there are no wrong actions … there just is sometimes. And so our little engine chugs forward to Santa Fe. May the winds be at our back and mountains yield some of their glory to our footsteps.