I have been living under the illusion that I ever had a choice.
What now?
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
I love swimming. I'm not good at it, but I work it. I float and fight against the enemy who is also my friend. And she baptizes, cleanses and purifies until there is only me and her. And she consumes, loves me and touches me all over and I cannot escape. All that is left is the silence of the blue and my thoughts - the mermaids that shoot ahead, leaving only a stream of bubbles that evade my grasp.
Be free, and I will follow.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
~Patricia Monture :: Standing Against Canadian LawI have a particular understanding of being victim and of being vicitimized. Like too many other Aboriginal people, I have been a victim. I was a victim of child sexual abuse, or a battering relationship, or rape. In the First Nation's women's community, that does not make me exceptional. I can tell you the name of only one Aboriginal woman in this country who I know for sure has not survived incest, child sexual abuse, rape or battering. it is worse than that, because most of us do not survive just one single incident of bause or violence. Our lives are about the experience of violence from birth to death, be it overt physical violence or psychological and emotional violence.
These be the things that still make me cry.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it
But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist
And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is
It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...
Lua :: Bright Eyes
