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Finally, we got to meet, the one, the only… DRUM ROLL PLEASE!JON YOUNG!And it was awesome. We sang all night. We heard stories that changed our perspectives. We called animals and spirits to sit with us around Ingwe’s fire. We laughed, we cried. But most importantly, we listened. We listened to the words of a man who we respected, and who respected us. He asked our names, and really seemed to care about remembering them. He listened to our stories, never rushing us, eyes closed, as if entering our minds eye to envision the sequence of events himself.The fire ended at midnight on Friday, and the next day was the start of our thanksgiving break. I was to fly into Montreal early, carrying Jon’s stories and the stories of my peers in a sacred little tinder bundle in my heart. I had to keep it safe, in order to pass it on, in order to pass the light on to my friends and family back home.”Light it up to live, tend it well and it will always be there. It’s inside me, so I can see. It’s inside me, it sets me free. ” -song shared with us by JY, written at the music art of mentoring by the teenage boys.
