A friend points me to this article about a woman who grew up in both American Indian and white worlds. Lots of wisdom that seems to be ripe for cross pollinating between the two worlds.

I have said very little about boundary crossing between ethnic cultures. This is a bit odd, as that’s part of what makes me a boundary crosser.  Recently, a friend asked me how I felt about my roots. And quite honestly not a lot came up for  me. Proud of the values of hard work and education. Not able to speak the language so disconnected in many ways. I am not immersed in my ethnicity in my daily life. Which makes me wonder what could happen if I were.

So that’s the lesson here. To get the full benefit of  operating in multiple world requires immersion–not just assignment by skin color or race.

I’d love to hear from others who cross these boundaries every day and are immersed in both worlds.