Jul 27, 2017
We are generation gaps filling in what wasn’t passed down: "This Time will be better." And with each “no more” and “this way now,” our communion of sound morphs into action. We send our defiance out into tiny circles that make up our world through the work of loving, forgiving, and art-making—all without...
Jul 26, 2017
I’m on the road heading East. It’s bittersweet; I love the West but I’m also seeing people with bone structures and shades of skin that look more and more like me; it’s a homecoming. It’s another way of Knowing to move over land where ancestors made love, birthed, and died. Knowing is a migration, an arrival, a...
Jul 25, 2017
A White-presenting man recently asked me if I knew who I was after he heard that I'm of mixed ancestry. This settler then told me who I was as an Indigenous woman (which is one of my favourite things, by the way). He was reassured that I already know who I am and more: he seemed to feel... affirmed.
It's one thing to...
Jul 20, 2017
We’re quite small inside our potential. It’s humbling to be human, to be awake with no guarantees, armed only with stories we tell ourselves. Some of us dare to tell new stories. These few who speak what was once unfathomable, scootch closer to the latest version of the True(th). New stories defy what was; they...
Jul 19, 2017
When I picture decolonization, I see my father & uncles returning from their traplines. They’d burst in with a kind of joy that I now know was their childhood—before they were scooped up and the layers of their Darkness settled in. Remembering those dripping rabbit pelts, I know how it feels: we are all Food for...