My Research Goals
This poem below is my reflection on feasting and food as a way of finding home when I felt that I had no home. I came to understand what it means to be Native through the food that I eat and the way that I connect with that food, no matter where I am. And I came to feel healthy and Native when I was surrounded by others who felt the same and who care about what we eat and love the Waters and Land that our food comes from, as relatives. I wrote this poem when I first experienced feasting together with my colleagues in Montana, and I dreamed of being able to have that same feeling of community in Alaska.
What I eat impacts me, the food my ancestors ate is stored in my genes like memory. When I eat, it impacts the next seven generations and it impacts the lands and waters I am on now. It is my responsibility to show respect and reverence for those foods.
This poem represents my ‘research mentality',’ which just means it reflects my hopes and dreams and goals :)
Feast Peoples, Every Feast a Home
There is nothing like missing the home you do not have
But sometimes I feel the sea wind on my face
And I miss the chance to live on the land
What does it mean to have a sense of place?
It is not something you can have and to hold
Your family, your people, not a piece of a space
No better reminder than that which we eat
Our foods are not things we are meant to keep
But rather to gather, prepare and to share
To honor those past, those of sea, land, and air
Every feast is a home,
every bite a lesson
Every story shared
Is filled with intention
Let us honor the blessing
Remember to always live with the prayer
That you are blessed with the ʻohana of every feast that you’ve shared
This is our culture, our honor, our strengths, and our love.
To feel at home through our food, no matter how far we’ve gone
Every feast is a home
Every gathering born
From a need to remember
Those come before
Thank you to our ancestors
To our homes of the past
May we return once again
In a way that will last
Thank you to the creatures
Who show us such love
Who return every year
Despite what we’ve done
Thank you to our mother the land
Despite what we’ve done she continues to stand
May we find a home
As we continue to heal
From these hurts and these pains
And these backhanded deals
Every feast is a home
Let us all be feast people
If you are interested in the trajectory of my research at Montana State University or my work at KANA, please reach out me. Here is an example of how something like the poem above can be integrated into an Academic research class. I submitted this poem as part of a research paper- a literature review on food security vs food sovereignty - for a research methods graduate class.