one day we were walking through the bush and it was hot and i was tired. maybe i complained, or spoke about wanting to get into the car and rest. my uncle looked at me and smiled. he asked me, ‘do you know what we used to do when elders couldn’t walk anymore?’
i did not.
he told me, ‘we used to light a fire for them and tell them goodbye and then we would keep walking.’
always – moving forward.