The mind, a dormant stone

Today is a day to be grateful for. I had so much fun. I think it was because of the way I was able to float from one event to the next to the next to the next. I really enjoy my freedom. The feeling like the cage is lifted...and I get to pamper myself in between. Aside from getting to take a real girly girl shower...one that includes scrubbing with delicious smelling soap, and soak my feet, take care of any shaving... It was awesome. There are days that go by where I don't get to do all this basic me time...like showering. Crazy right? I guess it's because I have 2 kids under 3 years old. ayyyyyyy yi yi yi. Well, that got to happen today... baby Sol tried peeing on the potty... and well it's pretty impressive since he is only 18 months old. Today Luna counted to 12, without any prompting or guidance...she just started counting the beads on her necklace. She was confident and just counted. I am so proud of her. She says more and more words each day, speaks in longer se...

WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! My poem about the colonization and displacement of all of our ancestors... pulled away from their roots and thrown into a hodge podge of madness, is captured with sentiment in The Children . I am thankful to  YAY! LA's Editor, Jessica Ceballos, for selecting my work to be featured, along with an appropriate companion piece of artwork by Alberto Alvarez, titled "Blue bird", shown below. Please do leave a comment, I am happy to hear your words.  Much love, Los Angeles and YAY! LA! Thank you, Jessica C.!

The Children We are all the sons and daughters of indigenous. Oh, you didn’t know? Well, it’s not your fault. Don’t blame your ancestors. They fought hard, believe me. Wouldn’t you have fought to keep your home? Well they fought, but the other team won. They won with their weapons and their masses. Won with bullets piercing soft skin a shower of assault upon peaceful lands. The settlers settle for the land we were bore from. The conquerors kill the people applying their own rules: Irrigation Violation No justification We are the sons and daughters of indigenous blood. Don’t blame our ancestors who didn’t understand the words only saw the swords, the bayonets, the forces, of the other army. We are all casualties of war. -           Jessica M. Wilson Dineh daughter. Alive. 1/30/14, Thursday 1pm

An IMPORTANT message from the lips of an Aborigine Woman from Canada, Kwitsel Tatel!  Let us care for our Mother! Stop with the oil, stop with money! We cannot consume these resources. We need to stop digging more holes and drilling down our home! Video is from Milena Oda and her travels. 100 Thousand Poets for Change, Los Angeles is aligned with the vision Kwitsel speaks of! Let's work together to spread the message and urge the world the CHANGE!