I’ve read a lot of posts giving us permission to put 2016 behind us and move forward with hope.
Maybe we’re grieving the death of a part of us, or someone that we left in that year.
And when 2017 rolled around, we said good-bye to everything and everyone to begin again.
But the problem with leaving “the past in the past” is that we miss who we are because of it. I’ve watched people I love mourn those that they lost. They didn’t wish to forget them after the mourning period was over; they hoped to live into the legacy of that person, to walk in the light they left, to learn something from them, even after death.
So what did we leave behind in 2016? What died and what took its place?
The grief of those memories carry themselves in us, quiet and steady, often painful.
But the mourning process is out loud, our speaking and writing and making public that we are hurting and are asked to get better, to heal a little, to find comfort, to do something.
Today I woke up mourning.
I do not mourn that Obama is leaving and Trump’s time begins.
I do not mourn for a political party or the threat of another authoritarian era.
I don’t mourn that we are a bullying nation, but that we began as one.
I mourn what I wake up to: a world slivered by hate and oppression, a world of people that ask what they can do to further their own causes before anyone else’s.
I mourn every day that my boys have to learn protest because hate exists, and that they have to find a fire inside their bones too awakened to be ignored.
I mourn the lies that we build nations and systems upon for the sake of the powerful.
I mourn a world in which refugees are the outcast, everything utterly backward and unjust.
We mourn things because they affect us. They do not let go of us— the memories, the spirit, the life that we lost.
And so we mourn what we left in 2016, but we do not forget it.
And we let our mourning and our grief lead us into action, into what is healthy, into what makes us whole.
In Native culture, we do not neglect the past, but use it to usher us forward.
Whether 2016 was the worst or best year of your life, carry its memory with you, use it to make 2017 what it should be, to inspire you toward hope and a fuller version of yourself.
Do anything but forget, and engage anything but inaction.