The John

I really need to Tumbl more… Step 1: find a topic to blog about. Step 2… Be Awesome!

I fail at keeping a blog. Even though I have an app for that. Strange, eh? Well I am going to TRY and change that. How? Well first and foremost: try to write something. Not sure what I’ll be writing.
So far, I will be graduating with my first university degree. So exciting!!! That’s a four year Creative Arts degree, streaming in Creative Writing and Theatre. And first thing on the docket is seeking to get some poems from my thesis paper published! :O
Another thing on my mind is that I may need to get an internet connection going. My phone is going to get overloaded with constant use lol which leaves me afraid to lose it.
Up next is I am already finding myself bored on the reserve. Right now I have no job. Technically. And am spending my time around home. I think I also need a place nearby to go to for coffee or something. Living in Paupanekis Point is living so far from the main part of town. Ahh well I guess I should quit my bitchin’. NEXT!

Is having breakfast. That is all :)

So every now and again a movie comes along that speaks horrible truths to the human experience that in this day and age where we are all concerned of being politically correct and trying not to offend anyone that we end up forgetting why it is so. Well I have (finally) sat down to watch The Help and I am too easily reminded that humanity is faulted and that we have come a long way from then. But to be reminded of a time when “nigger” and “squaw” were socially acceptable terms for African-Americans and Native Americans. It is stories like this that must be told, to remind us of the errors of history. While watching the story of an educated (white) woman working to tell the tale of the struggles the help endured. The hardships of working for white families, cleaning, cooking, raising their children and many other experiences that I cannot even fathom further, that have been boxed away in the dark recesses of history only to be brought up in a soft and padded version of what really happened. Even though The Help also hides much of the violence and abuses, it also gives accurate depictions of the time. While watching, my heart broke. I wanted to cry because it was a depiction of something real. These people were real, the stories I believe came from real people. I now know I need to read the book in some hope that the book holds more of the truths that deserve to be told.
Now on another, although not unrelated, note: I would like to see a movie like this that depict the Indian Residential Schools of Canada. The blunt reality of the horrors that have went on within those walls. Like The Help, there are many MANY stories that go untold out of fear. Residential School Survivors don’t tell their stories because of fear. Many others stories have been silenced because of their traumatic experiences have gone on into the spirit world. Lived the rest of their lives in degraded squalor of addictions looking for the love that has been denied them.
I may look like an Indian, but I assure you that in many respects I am not. I am as my family calls me: White Wash. And that is sadly my inheritance from the legacy of the Residential School System, even though I never darkened their doors. Tragic, huh?

Let’s face it, even with the Tumblr app, I still suck at blogging lol when was the last time I posted?

This song is a little work in progress, working on this one with my good friend Sharness. We’ve always talked about working together in music or some movies. I decided last night to start writing something as I got inspired to write a song after listening to Kate Voegele’s We The Dreamers and put fingers to buttons and wrote this:

Remember the little flowers
They grow in some place nearby Heaven
Tended to by my mother
The things she said to you

Continue on and be happy
Living love and letting go

If I could wish on stars
Maybe life would be different
Waste away the days of summer
The embers of the fire glowing into the dark
Casting shadows over memory
Remember to

Continue on and be happy
Living love and letting go

Did you remember to let it go
when the sun sets down for the night
Take the time to remember the little spaces
And all of the pretty faces

The words I write into my notebook
Resonate with laughter and tears
Following my own words into the sunrise
Feel the dew on the grass
My feet are wet and aching
I’ve been wandering for far too long
Maybe it’s time for me to
Continue on and be happy
Living love and letting go

Continue on and be happy
Living love and letting go

The lyrics need a bit of work and perhaps some editing and maybe even add more to the chorus… I unno we’ll see!