Sunday, November 10, 2019

I Am In Pieces

I am in pieces...
construction is underway
unfolding is ongoing

I am going through

I am through with
going around
gathering the pieces

I am lost and found
stopping and starting
putting my selves
on the shelf for later use

I am in pieces
remembering how
I came to be

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

The Life of Lines

The Life of LinesThe Life of Lines by Tim Ingold
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Wow, this book really helped me understand what is going on out there, really. It's about the nature of reality. We are growing up out of the earth, mingling with the atmosphere and connected to everything in ways the author describes quite clearly.

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Friday, October 18, 2019

An Indigenous Canada Would Be Better

Non-indigenous Canadians need to pay more attention to the messages from native Canadians. They are a patient and principled people who've been mistreated, disrespected, deprived, and worse, yet many stand proudly for their people and the land. The land that we share.

Ts'msyen artist honours matriarchs and activists with new exhibition
Kota Gallipeau and Ta’Kaiya Blaney
Ts'msyen artist Morgan Asoyuf honours community's matriarchs, trans rights activists, and land and water defenders bringing awareness for climate justice, missing and murdered Indigenous women, and contesting the expansion of the Trans Mountain pipeline, at Vancouver's Bill Reid Gallery

The art is intensely personal, Asoyuf says. A crown with bear claws, which were often used by shamans, and a decorative headband with a representation of Mousewoman, an oracle and protector of youth.

I would truly love to see a 'revised' Canada that looks like this flag which was designed by Kwakwaka’wakw artist Curtis Wilson to represent the first nation's people in Canada.

Friday, October 12, 2018

Friday, August 31, 2018

The Irish-ness In Me

I kind of like that this blog is under-used; that hardly anyone, except for you, reads it anymore. It kind of feels like having a quiet corner of the forest to myself. But I do enjoy visitors, so thank you for coming.

The Irish-ness in me would like to share more of what is currently happening with me.

12 Steps Toward Decolonizing Irish American Paganism is an article by Chris Godwin at From A Common Well on reclaiming Irish culture which I was deeply moved by this morning. I have not even had my second cup of coffee, yet here I am writing about it. Also, I am supposed to be putting together an article on Heathen ritual for the Intro To Heathenry series over on The Crow's Fjord. Getting side-tracked I am, as Yoda might say.

Manannan mac Lir
Manannan mac Lir
Just take this image for example, which was used as a cover photo for the article. It's of a statue of Manannan mac Lir, God of the sea and guardian of the afterlife in Irish Mythology. My heart soars looking at it. I am utterly captivated as I begin to understand the symbolism of who the statue represents.

The next design I am about to start for The Crow's Fjord is meant to be the Norse God Njord, God of the Sea, and chieftain of the Vanir. There are some similarities. There are also some differences. Njord does not have any affiliation with the afterlife, that I am aware of.

Not only this article and image, but continuing on the vein of being sidetracked, I've been staying awake at night thinking about my ancestors and finding my people. You know the people I'm talking about. The people who in historic times would have been your kin, your kindred, your village, clan or tribe; family and friends; those that you trust. I had this once, twice or a few more times than that, but most of it has fallen apart over time, distance and circumstance.

His 12 steps include admitting there is a problem, mourning the loss of one's indigenous culture, recovering a connection to one's land and food, not necessarily the historically ethnic land one's ancestors were connected with, but the one that is currently inhabited. Genius I say! A connection to the land needs to be tactile, breathed, shared, lived. It can't be honoured in the distance. For those whose ancestors left their native land and became colonizers of new worlds such as the Americas and Austrailia, as well as other continents, but are trying to find their place in the world, this kind of thinking can be very helpful.

Deconstructing the colonized worldview is the goal of Godwin's article. Oh my Gods, this is turning into a review of his article. Gasp, I am no good at structured English assignments like writing proper reviews, putting together bibliographies and the like, so please don't judge. You! Yes you, the sole reader of this blog post! This is my free space to be myself. I try hard at The Crow's Fjord to make sense and do things as professionally as is possible for me. But here, I just write what I think and feel.

A colonized worldview. What does that even mean? To have a colonized worldview means (I think) first of all to be part and parcel of a colonizing society and to likely have little awareness of said societies worldview, at least consciously. It is likely a worldview that views the land and possibly even the inhabitants, including people, livestock and wildlife as resources, rather than co-inhabitants sharing the place.

Step 5 in deconstructing the colonized worldview is especially insightful. The Heathen community could really benefit from understanding it. It (a colonized worldview) harbors a false sense of security which causes innumerable problems with defensiveness, righteousness and a need to control others.

I do have to run now and go write my 'scheduled' article. I have a feeling I'll be back soon.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Internal Conflict

This is an update. I need to work out some things that are floating around in my head.

I've reached a lot of summits in the last few years. The climb was steep at times and there was a lot of waiting, but I've achieved a goal that was number two on my list. Number one is find the love of my life. Still hoping for that but I have The Wooly Crow Farm up and running, which was number two. I never had a name for this farm, or for the dream that I am living now, but it came when I found the place.

The dream was always to live closer to the land. To be in touch with it daily and to feel like a part of it. I remember as a child wanting to explore wild places on horseback, then later in my twenties wanting to be a shaman, a herbalist, and to walk silently through the forest barefoot, making no sound, as the native Americans did.

I tried a few times. I rented a farm in Ontario when my daughter was a baby. I lived in a mini multi-cultural mecca in a major city. I drove a motorcycle down the coast of California. I went to Mexico alone in my late twenties and did peyote. These were attempts to connect. Some succeeded, some did not.

It's hard to remember all the things I've wanted to do. I must be a certain kind of restless soul because it seems I have many interests, maybe too many. Which brings me to the reason for this update on a blog I haven't written on in a few years.

Among the things I want to focus on are this farm, it's sheep, chickens, guinea fowl, greenhouse and gardens; processing and spinning the wool from the sheep; reviving and sustaining The Crow's Fjord design business; and creating a regenerative recycling co-operative model for a worker owned business in my community.

Yes. You are right. That is a lot to do. In fact, each of the areas of focus is quite enough for one person to focus on per lifetime. Yet I am conflicted with all three. This is not to mention the other things that I have wanted, and still want to do such as finish the Tarot deck I started designing on this blog, open a Meadery, become a herbalist, write fiction, design Gothic stuffed animals and shoulder bags, sew myself a new wardrobe, swim in the ocean, spend time with friends and family, and travel the world.

Right now, today, this morning, I am very very tired. I feel sorrow. I can see that I am trying to do too much and I don't know how to resolve that I am only one person, not three. No I don't want to let go of anything. And therein lies the problem.

I am so happy that I have what I have, that I have done what I have done, and that I have dreams and goals for the future. It means my time is not over here. There is more to come. Yet, I don't want to feel conflicted and too tired. This makes me sad. I think I need to live more in the present and less in the future which means I likely have to give something up. WHAT!!!!?????

Ugh, just the thought gives me shivers. I DON'T WANT TO GIVE ANYTHING UP! But.... I guess I should get on with the task of imagining life in the present in a doable way and not treat myself like a machine that just goes on and on with a little refueling here and there. I think being compassionate to myself is also something that I need to focus on. Maybe I'll just take a break. Now. Right now. Waes Hael mates.