Enkounters

On my recent visit to Arizona/Mexico I was awakened to the power of language when I met an Aztec man, Netse, 70, and his 20 yr old son. Both are descendants of the Mesheeka people, indigenous to the Arizona/Mexico lands. It was interesting and heartbreaking to find out that even though Netse still spoke the languages of their ancestors that his youngest son could not speak any.The son shared that it was a sacrifice they had to make so that he could get an education in English and learn in the same way many other children around the world were learning. Sometimes I wonder if it's such a bad thing that people around the world are losing their language and culture and instead adopting a global language that increases communication?  Or is it just another form of control and cultural hegemony? As always there are many sides to a story and multiple ways of looking at things. When I look at my own life, I'm thankful that I speak a language unique to my people. When I speak my la

~Love God,Live life,One Enkounter at a Time~

I  feel like I've been to quite a few places in my life Jamaica, Guyana, Barbados, Trinidad, US: Florida, Tampa, Detroit, Ohio, Atlanta, Texas, Arizona, New York, Monterrey/Mexico, Sonora/Mexico, Toronto/Canada, Busan/South Korea...  The more I see, hear and experience in these countries is the more I realize just how small the world is.  I've seen so many similarities that I could reflect for days.  For instance, when I look at the issue of the border separating Mexico and the US, I see the same border separating North and South Korea. I see the same pain of a people longing to be reunified with loved ones, friends, community, a land they once shared.     US- Mexico border     North-South Korea Border  When I look at Toronto, I see New York, I see Busan and feel the same hopes and dreams of immigrants looking for a better life. When I look at Guyana, I see a glimpse of how Jamaican community life used to be back in days gone by -when community spirit was high and people reall