Cultivating Joy thru Pain - a Cultural Context

CHILDREN OF THE WORLD
 
The man who raised me taught me not to fear the world because we are an intimate and integral part of it. My family lived off the land in Northern Alaska year-around. We supplemented our omega-3 rich diet with the occasional pizza or my one of my mother’s favorites, Swedish meatballs.
 
My mom is a modern-day Viking who hails from thousands of fierce Scandinavian explorers. My biological father’s blood has been traced to Saami reindeer herders, East Asia, and an English couple who themselves descended from France & Germany. I even have some distant heritage from Madagascar! My genetic profile lights up countries around the world.
 
I am proud to be a child of the world. And I’m sure I’m not the only one. There are many of us who have blood, history, and family from all corners of the world. But this didn’t happen overnight. 

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