12-08-2022
CARVING TO THE TRUTH THIS SEASON, NOT TURKEY
by Jeannie Tyrrell
Today I want to share my thoughts on two things, technology and the attention shift I received from members of the Southern Sierra Miwuk Nation. Before we get to that, I need to provide some background and a starting point.
Background: It’s hard for me to write these things sometimes because I’m letting the outside world view what feels like parts of my soul. Writing is basically a window to my soul people. That’s dramatic, but I see it as my expression in its most natural form.
I’ve expressed myself through drawing, painting and digital art sometimes, but writing for me has always had a natural flow.
One thing I like about my job is that I get to share other people’s stories, but I tend not to share my own.
Background continued: Each story I take in and write is personal. I know it’s probably not supposed to be that way, but it is.
Normally when I wrote things geared more toward myself I would put that work into something called Livejournal, which was protected and guarded under a digital lock and key.
I erased everything related to my online journal years ago, because of my personal struggle with technology (particularly dissociation) and the need to pull myself away from it.
So, I tend to not want to write in a setting for people to read.
Starting point: Fast forward to last week and I still find it easier to write about other people and hear their stories.
The difference is, I find myself gravitating more toward finding feature stories that represent authenticity, brazenness, unity, integrity, community and courageousness.
To backpedal, I recently spoke to some of the tribal members of the Southern Sierra Miwuk Nation and I listened to their struggles about something as simple as recognition.
Across the pond from them, I took in the voices of an entire room of people that say they want to change the framework of an entire school district. I listened to so many voices and that was only last week.
For me, I thought it was the most fascinating thing. There are so many people in the small community of Mariposa that I admire.
I admire them so much that it’s probably a conflict of interest to communicate at this point. That notion becomes even more apparent to me when I read what Greg’s writing about three doors down.
I’m reporting what I’m being told, what I’m observing and what’s being said to the public.