Driving back from my Auntie's funeral in Nebraska, my mom and I stopped for a "memorial lunch" at Wendy's where her sister used to enjoy Chicken Nuggets and Baked Potato for lunch every Sunday. So of course, we ordered Chicken Nuggets and Baked Potato. Once we sat down, I reminisced about one of the ceremonial traditions my ojibwe friends observe by preparing a feast, and before anyone eats, a small portion of the food is placed in a small birchbark dish, and place in the fire, with a prayer. That food is sent up to sustain the person making her journey home. When everyone then eats, we are eating for that person. Then I reached for a chicken nugget and this is what I pulled out of the box. Hwaa! mii gwech! Spirit is playful, love never ends, and I can still hear Evadne laughing.
