Decolonizing Heathenry in America My tongue is full of foreign words to Turtle Island. I speak little Ojibwe, Potawatomi. I did not grow up in any Native culture. I read the Sacred Stories of my culture and theirs. It was only recently I was told them. My language is as cobbled together as my mouth. Years of twisted wires and bending my pallette to make my teeth fit my jaws. https://sarenth.wordpress.com/2026/07/08/decolonizing-heathenry-in-america/