Yoooooo…. That got me in some part of myself that I didn’t even know existed.

I apologized for some arrogance today. I stated a fact of my strange day to someone and I realized later it might have sounded like bragging and I sent an apology for what felt like boasting. Then I added on, “there’s things I might feel righteously arrogant about” and then it sent me thinking about what those might be.

A Pueblo identity, the experience of being a Pueblo person, for better or for worse, for rough or for easy, is something I feel proud of. Is it arrogance? There are many Pueblo people, and many of us know the taste of that specific flavor of tea that makes us Pueblo, but what is it? What is that smell, that taste, that very thing? The lullaby gave me a taste of that thing… one step closer to understanding that (experience) identity.