“That school gave you words that do not apply to us,” my grandmother said. “Out here there is no need to keep the spirit bound to fear.” “We were taught to be God-fearing,” my mother said. “One who loves does not brandish fear or require it.” The old woman stopped her braiding to look at my mother and aunt, but they kept their heads down and continued with the ties. “Here in this old way you may rediscover that and reclaim it as your own.”
