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by Valentina Kaquatosh 2002Introduction
Out of despair and fear, I placed my heart on a paper plate and watched the weather turn violent. The year was 1997 and I had come no closer to finding more about my Menominee heritage than I had during my first initial search in 1991. I had spent seven years lost in looking for a sacred place. I had tried to create sacred places but the people I thought would be there along for the journey left before I could ask them to stay. All that was left to do was just put out a call. But my call for people who were to become "home" to me a cry. And that cry soon became a series of cries. And the cries became a song about myself. You can hear my crying song here.
I am still crying. The year now is 2002 and I don't know if I will ever be a part of something to make all the pieces come together into one piece. I am crying now more for that connection in blood and love: family. My sacred place is my own heart and it cries with the trees and skies. So much seems to be coming to an end and so much coming into existence and there is so much to learn from those who are silent...