Through Skys Eyes

Ok, so if any of you out there know me, then you know how i feel about animals.

If you dont, then you should know im an avid animal lover and protector. I have bee fortunate enough in my line of work and life in general it has been made possible for me to work with a variety of different animals.

From small animals such as possums, rabbits, snakes etc to larger animals , dogs, wolves, cattle, even a tiger once believe it or not.

In all this time, i have seen some horrible things done to animals. I have seen slaughters take place and have even suffered silently, crying to myself of all the images that go through my head when i think back of certain things that have been done.

Anyway, i came accross this and it broke my heart. I cant believe someone as educated and respected as this man could do such a thing in the name of ART no less.

the artists name is Guillermo Vargas Habacuc and he had taken a stray dog  into an art gallery. He named the dog, nativity.

The dog was not looking well looked after, but obviously managing on the streets somehow.

Now before i show you all this, i want you to know a couple of things. The artist has since released several statements, regarding his act trying to justify what he did, but in all statements he has said different stories and said he did it for different reasons.

What i haven’t told you, is that the dog was tied there with no food or water and left there to die, while people were wandering around looking at him as a piece of artwork. As I said, there is no good ending for Nativity, he died soon after. This artist has been invited back to do this scene again.  This is sad, cruel and just plain wrong. Whether or not that dog was going to die on the street, we do not have the right to determine this future for the dog, by tieing it up and forcing it to starve.  Atleast on the streets it may have found a few scraps. Or if you wanted to put the dog down, let it be put down humanely, not in torture and pain of starvation. I get hunger pains if i dont have my lunch, imagine going 4 days without food or water, what kind of pain would your body be.

Anyway I am trying to keep this civil and not turn it into a bitching thing, i dont want that.

After the video,  i have placed two links to petitions where the most accumulated of signatures were found.

Please if you believe this is wrong, take 2 minutes of your day to sign this. It wont take long.

The Petitions

First petition

Second Petition

I love to write when i get the chance, but i seem to be so busy these days that i rarely get the chance to write. I love it and i miss it so much, its funny how we put aside the things we love to make way for things we believe is neccesary.

so here is something i scribbled on paper but it is not finished. so forgive the rawness.

I am red and I am beautiful

Even while eating loads of fry bread

I am still beautiful

I’m walking down this path

wearing my blue bling and big blue hooped earings

waving as I see these rez rockets pass

with passengers that I know and love, from now and past.

I think of the past, of family and friends that never last

and of the times we thought our people would not survive the days of fools and gold.

Yes I am red and I am a Beautiful frybread woman

I live in these two worlds simultaneously

but i have it down now, like  intriquite quill and bead work.

but I remember the stories my Ate shared,

of the time they held the knee and fought back for what our ancestors believed.

I still burn sage and make tabacco ties, while sipping on mocha lattes and sending instant message replies.

I guess there are people out there, that call me a modernistic indian, not really red, not really true,

but red is red , no matter who’s eyes you look through.

Red is red, I am red and I am beautiful and so are you.

By C. A. Sky

The other day I was at the gym, doing my huge work out. Yes I do get off my butt from time to time and wobble myself down to the gym and hit that treadmill.lol

So there I was in my best work out clothes, walked the long walk down to the gym, I usually try and go there as quick as I can cause its a great warm up. I ran up the stairs the gym, by this stage im excited about getting to the gym, cause for me its a great stress reliever. Usually by the end of my work out I am so exhausted, that I cant even worry or stress about anything. I run up, say hi to the owners, do my regular chit chat i do, grab my bottle of water and run into the small womens gym room.

So I hit the on button of my treadmill, put my bottle of water and phone into the drink holder, turn my treadmill on at 4.5 miles per hour and start walking briskly on the treadmill.

The speakers is pounding out dance music, and im moving and grooving to the beat. I have the timer set to 15 minutes. constantly all that is going through my mind is every step i take is getting me closer to my ultimate goal. every step I take is getting me closer to my ultimate goal.

That day was a huge day, kids woke up late, work was hectic, people in an out of the office demanding something from me, get home and have clients from my designing business wanting this and that, kids wanting food, toys, hugs, complain and vent, my to do list is screaming at me from the fridge door, and it was all too much. In the end the gym to me felt like my only way out. I still hadn’t even sat down at home, i walked through the door, fixed the kids, took business phone calls, and answered emails at the same time, it felt as if i was never going to get a chance to sit down and relax.

So while i was on the treadmill i was trying to chant this so i wouldnt let that stress back in my head, but somehow stess has a way of getting in no matter what you do.

My chant started changing to, gotta get the kids uniforms washed by morning, - my daughter has swimming lessons tomorrow, etc

Its amazing how this happens. Even when you try to block it all out, it still creeps in. anyway I finished my 15 minutes on the treadmill and I didnt realize but I was sweating like I have never sweated before.

I had drips falling off my eyelashes and chin. So i was impressed and happy with my work out on the treadmill, i wiped my face, grabbed a magazine that had jenifer aniston on the front cover and sat on the work out bike. Looked for a half decent article to read, found one, had a couple of pictures in it, started pedalling on my bike, pressed the start button, set my time duration and level and i was off.

I began to read. OMG. Here I was complaining about my day, about the wonderful gifts I have in my life and that I at times dont realy appreciate and here is a woman, no correction - “SUPERWOMAN” who has had my worse nightmare happen to her and yet survived.

anyway this made me want to come here and share a little about this women. I cant remember her name but i will never forget her story.

This woman was going around the world teaching english, and on her teaching journey she landed a teaching job in Thailand. While teaching there for a few years, she met this man. He was wonderful, sincere, loving. His family welcomed her in to their home and he seemed like the perfect man. They got married in what was like a fairytale thailand style wedding.

Not long after they were having their first child she started feeling home sick. so she agreed with her husband, after the birth of their daughter they would go to Australia where she was from.

they had set up their home in australia, she had begun working regular hours and he had a job as well, not as great as hers but it was a job. Not long she was once again pregnant.  Soon she couldn’t work due to her pregnancy and he had the sole responsibility to bring the money home.

So basically from that point, they moved into a villa her father owned (her father lived next door), she gave birth to a boy and the relationship between her and her husband had begun to strain.

It wasnt long before he became abusive and that was the final straw. She told him to leave and took out restraining orders against him.

He constantly kept breaking his restraining orders, and she suffered constant threats that he was going to end his life and hers.

One night he had broken into the villa and raped her. in the morning she had the police over and they had asked her to go to the police station to file a report. Her father trying to support her, said “dont worry you go, I will stay here with the kids. ” she kissed and hugged her babies and went with the police officer to the station.

That was the final words she ever spoke with her father and children.

that was her final kiss and hug, never to receive another one like it again.

He had come while she was filing her report and killed, stabbed her children and her father, then himself.

She got to the drive way of her house, and there he was standing in the front lawn covered in blood. Her life had been turned over and changed forever.

I can only imagine what she felt and went through. to be honest I cant even imagine it. just trying to put myself in her shoes leaves me in tears.

Well I finished reading this article, mean while i was still pedalling 100 miles per hour, they ladies must have thought i was crazy cause her I am sweating like never before, and crying at the same time, and the speed of my bike changed with each sentence i read.

It really made me think and put life in perspective. This woman now helps others and has started her own organization in honour of her children. She has somehow turned this into a positive. When most cant even turn their troubled childhood to a positive, she has turned any mothers worst nightmare into something of beauty and love.

I finished my work out and constantly i had thoughts pop into my mind about what she went through, I just couldnt wait till i got home to my children.

I got home and sweaty, smelly and all grabbed both my children and kissed them, hugged them and carressed their sweet faces, they both just turned to me and said ” mom , you need a shower” .. it made me laugh and i realized then, that no matter how crazy they drive me, the love I have for them is unconditional and its a wonderful experience I have been gifted with.

Till next time

Hey everyone, just wanted to let you all know about a gathering many native brothers and sisters are going to.

We are praying for the children of standing rock reservation and for the protection of sacred sites.

We will be gathering from November 7th, 8th and 9th.

Each day we will pray for something different.

If you want to join us or find out more then check the full press release.

On the first day, Wakan Tanka created the dog and said:

“Sit all day by the door of your lodge and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past.

For this I will give you a life span of twenty years.”

The dog said: “That’s a long time to be barking.

How about only ten years and I’ll give you back the other ten?”

So Wakan Tanka agreed.

On the second day, Wakan Tanka created the Monkey and said:

“Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I will give you a 20 year life span.”

The Monkey said: “Do Monkey tricks for 20 Years??

That’s a pretty long time to perform tricks and make people laugh. How about I give you back 10 years like the dog did?”

And Wakan Tanka agreed.

On the third day, Wakan Tanka created the Buffalo and said:

“You must go into the fields all day long, suffer under the heat and suffer the cold, have calves, give your meat for food and skin for warmth to support the people.

For this I will give you a life span of 60 years to do all this.

The buffalo said: “That is a very tough life you want me to life for 60 years. How about twenty years and I’ll give you back the other forty?”

And Wakan Tanka Agreed again.

On the fourth day, Wakan Tanka created man and said:

“Eat, Sleep, Play, Marry and enjoy your life. For this, I’ll give you 20 years.”

But man said, “Only twenty years??

Could you possibly give me my 20 years, the 40 the buffalo gave back, the 10 the monkey gave back and the 10 the dog gave back, that makes 80 years, Okay?”

“Okay” said Wakan Tanka, “but remember, you asked for it”.

So that is why for our first 20 years, we eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy ourselves.

For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.

For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grand children.

and for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone that comes our way.

So now, Life has been explained to you. Live long and prosper and look forward to your barking years ahead.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information, the  satisfaction i get, in informing my fellow man with wisdom and information, is enough.

lol enjoy