Daughters of Fif Sun

I rarely take notes on books, but sometimes I meet a book that be marked in my memory more than normal. I've got pages on this one! My newest hyperfocus has been my family history. And the more I learn, the more I realize I don't know. Like finding an acorn, and trying to pull it from the ground only to find that the oak tree has grown the wrong way: the acorn cannot be understood because it's roots are buried and its depths unknown. But then I get little nuggets of gold like this book. And I realize what has been stolen from my family. What the colonization and assimilation of my Native side made us lose. And what the dangers of being different made generations upon generations hide until it's not even known by their descendants... It's a mixture of joy and ash in the mouth. But this book goes firmly on my recommendation list! And my "to buy physical copy" list. 10/10 recommend To further convince you, I leave you with an excerpt: "The voice of a woman? Does it belong to a particular time and place? Is it not something much more eternal? Like the womb? Is it a soft gentle fertility of instinct? The gesture is new, but the roots are the same. A woman sings of creation, and of recreation. The gesture is a song that blends the common experience to the consistency of a complex world... The texture of this particular literary expression is tradition. Here, a distinct point is made. What is tradition to a man differs in varying degrees from what is tradition to a woman..."