"I am a place where God's love turns up in this world." Who do you say that you are?
— M. Basil Pennington

After years of being shackled to scarcity, victimhood, poverty, suspicion, and inferiority, it might feel good to project onto a scapegoat the burden of hundreds of years of pain. In liminal space—the space of sitting with our truths; the place of mystery, the unknown; the place where we let go of our injured expectations to be seen, to be known, to be welcomed—we acknowledge our feelings giving them space to roll through us. Instead of projecting outward we sit with them, breathe through them, we cry the tears our ancestors, we feel the fatigue. On the threshold between what was and what will be, we unburden ourselves and there the alchemy happens. I allow myself to be honest about humanity’s failings and the abuse of power, seeing the ways in which I too could become like that which I oppose. I acknowledge the monster side of my humanity: lament it, forgive it, and let it go, realizing that it may cycle around again. I realize we all are already one.