鈥淎ll my relations.鈥� When I first heard that phrase, said in closing by an indigenous man at the end of a multifaith meeting, I was completely confused. It didn鈥檛 relate to the preceding sentence, so it seemed at first to be a non-sequitur. Yet there was obviously a purpose and meaning in those words. Internal 鈥渢his is important鈥� bells went off, because I sensed this was something I needed to understand.听
It鈥檚 astonishing how the wisdom of a culture can be encoded in such small phrases, embedded in words and stories passed down through generations and known in the bones. And yet, to a person from another culture it can be unrecognizable, incomprehensible. Another language. For that reason, intercultural understanding can be infinitely richer and more valuable than we鈥檇 ever suspect.听
A few years before his passing, Canadian author Richard Wagamese wrote that the phrase 鈥溾�楢ll my relations鈥� means all.鈥� He explained,听鈥淏ecause when you say those words you mean everything that you are kin to. Not just those people who look like you, talk like you, act like you, sing, dance, celebrate, worship or pray like you. Everyone. You also mean everything that relies on air, water, sunlight and the power of the Earth and the universe itself for sustenance and perpetuation. It's recognition of the fact that we are all one body moving through time and space together. To say these words is to offer a doorway to that understanding to those who hear you. It's to proclaim in one sentence that this experience of living is a process of coming together and that it was always meant to be.鈥�
Trying to understand 鈥渁ll my relations鈥� caused reflections that became a powerful mirror. It鈥檚 meant coming to terms with the culture of my birth, its missing pieces, its biases, its emphatic individualism, its competitive ethos. It鈥檚 meant reassessing the assumption that the world is zero sum, that my gain is your loss and fighting is unavoidable.听
Poking around cultural assumptions, turning over their rocks, isn鈥檛 always comfortable but it鈥檚 great for learning. When I was twenty I became a Bah谩鈥櫭�, whose teachings encourage people to be unifiers and peacemakers. That can be a stretch when you come from a somewhat confrontational background. At first, I was totally non-plussed by Abdu鈥檒-Bah谩鈥檚 statement that if two souls quarrel about a question of religion, both are wrong. Even more perplexing was the unequivocal statement that 鈥渃onflict and contention are in no wise permitted鈥�. There was no mention of this not applying if the other person is wrong, offensive or the one who started it!听
鈥淭he shining spark of truth cometh forth only after the clash of differing opinions,鈥� was an easier teaching to understand. But that too required learning and unlearning, since the exchange is to be done with such 鈥渃ourtesy, dignity, care and moderation鈥� that 鈥渘o occasion for ill-feeling or discord may arise.鈥澨�
It鈥檚 been a long, still unfinished road for me, learning about unity, its tones, its intricate music. At times I feel like someone who has grown up in another language, one lacking a certain sound that then becomes very difficult to pronounce, or even distinguish, as an adult.
The small phrase 鈥渁ll my relations鈥� at the end of a talk many years ago contained an invaluable key to understanding that unity isn鈥檛 merely an ideal or aspiration. It鈥檚 a recognition of our essential reality, where we鈥檙e coming from and where we鈥檙e going, and infinitely more important than being right or proving a point. It鈥檚 so important that it deserves constant mention. For that, I鈥檓 profoundly grateful.
Sheila Flood is a member of the Bah谩鈥櫭� community of Saanich and member of the Victoria Multifaith Society
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