I refined my thinking after yesterday’s sunrise walk. I posted twice on Instagram in one day. Unusual for me.

Doubt circles through me. Doubt about what to say. Doubt about whether my voice is needed. Two-hundred and fifteen children mass buried in a grave outside the residential school in Kamloops. When I moved to Canada, 19 years old, the first place I lived was Kamloops. I’m not Indigenous.

Do no harm. I’ve been repeating this for a few years now. I want to live my life with doing as little harm as possible.

I’ve been walking around with doubt and do no harm in my head. About posting something on Instagram! We equate speaking out on social media with reaching out to many people, a diverse audience. But, is it?

What would it be to REALLY speak out? What would it be to support and nurture healing of the non-Indigenous people among us so we can truly help and support the Indigenous mothers and grandmothers, fathers and grandfathers, brothers and sisters, aunties and uncles, friends?

This is progress, I think! Instead of worrying about my own self-doubt, I’m worrying about how to help contribute to positive conditions for change.

I will follow with action. I don’t know yet what actions I’ll take.

I’m in the gap.