By learning how to swim against the current like salmon do, a woman finds her way back to the source of her language and identity. Daniela Boccassini . As our times’ bewildered becoming keeps unfolding, two simple words from a French medieval poem have accompanied me every step of the way: contreval l’iaue. They sank

by Cristina Zárraga (Yagan, Chile) “I was born in Róbalo, on the 24th of May. And they say, so tells me my aunt, that when I was born during the night, there was a storm from the south. And I was born in an akali. My dad built an akali, and my aunt attended my

Text and artwork by Colleen Corrigan “Without language you can’t describe your Country.” —Melinda Holden (Gurang Elder) . I was sitting across from Maureen at her kitchen table, with the lens of my video camera focused on a bowl of fruit because she didn’t want to be filmed in her housecoat. Her mannerisms and humor

by Cristina Zárraga “I was born in Róbalo, on the 24th of May. And they say, so tells me my aunt, that when I was born during the night, there was a storm from the south. And I was born in an akali. My dad built an akali, and my aunt attended my mom so