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I.  a heart engaged without a ring scored with measures improbable  when touched by incandescent flame the certain seems impossible a supernova in my chest and unprepared my senses reeled  leaving me bereft  of space to hide in anonymity one touch, one look,  a burning sear  that took my very breath away unwitting your sorcerer's spell has breached my abandoned gateway to infinity. II.   To fall and become For the sake of love,  Yet missing the human connection, Is the woeful gift  Of the girl in woman form  Yet to bloom from her  Mind to her heart.   Denied thus far  The bursting of flame  Through touch more than surface,  Dormant eros congealed   In practicality pumping daily  Unused blood through  Unenlightened muscle.   The smallest prick of  Sharpest gaze becomes  Bewildering flow of feeling,  Unable to be staunched  With usual thought  Gray matter deserter  In war unwinnable.   The dam broken, thank God,  Can never thus be repaired  Gratitu

The sweat-lodge stream-of-consciousness

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I had a thought on all the crazy news attention paid to the motivational speaker after the deaths of people in his sweat lodge.  In all the press, I never once saw an interview with a Native American person. It brings up so many important conversations, but mostly how much we Westerners need to un-learn. I had an amazing talk with a wise woman today that was somewhat liberating, and centred on the positive skills of the Colonists.  Now, I have a gut/knee-jerk reaction to the word, "colonization", so this one was hard for me.  It's just as hard as knowing that people of Indigenous descent are capable of being just regular human beings with base and mundane foibles and feelings. So with my paradigms shaken up, I find myself at a unique place, and exactly where I should be.  It's part of the unlearning.  But it's also part of the Four Nations coming back together.  There are rifts deeper than my imagining and historical trauma pervasive in Indigenous communiti