Through Skys Eyes

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

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

Ok well I havent been around, due to work and so many other things including my health.

I don’t know much, and i don’t claim to be wise or a ms know it all.

I can only write and share what i think, believe and feel.

This is something that has been in my heart for a long time, Something i have pondered over for an even longer time. I see so many women out there, especially my beautiful Indian Sisters, Mothers, Aunties and Grandmothers.

Sometimes I shake my head and wonder why they don’t realize these things, that i know and feel. Sometimes i feel things or understand things and expect everyone else to feel and understand these same things.
Maybe its time i tell them, they are so strong and blessed with good Wakan hearts.

Maybe i should tell them that they are special and the creators of the next generation.

Us women, we are a gift, and in being gifts we have been given gifts.

A man will only ever have one spirit. He will never have more than that. He is given glimpses of more, but it is never given to him.

But us sisters, we have been given power. We have the power to at any time have more than one spirit within us. This is our gift. Men understood this power, when sisters were in moon. They understood we had something they did not. This power was so strong that special arrangements were made so that the power would not interfere with the men.

Now we live in two worlds. And just as we could hold more than one spirit, we can also live in more than one world. We do not feel ashamed working for wasicu because when we come home, we are home and free. Our men are still not free, when they come home.

We have been blessed with this.

Our men still struggle with this. All that was theirs, all that defined them as Men has been taken away from them. The only thing that hasn’t been taken, is the ability to have children.

Our Men used to Hunt or Fish etc, Now they can not, if they do they must get a license and still they are told how much they can and how much they can not. Our men always knew how much and how much they should leave, they don’t need a piece of paper to tell them, making them feel small.

Our Men used to build our lodges, or provide food and clothing. Now they must slave at a job they do not understand or care for, to do the same and still, they struggle to keep the utilities on. When they work for wasicu they sometimes feel ashamed, that they must rely on this work for the little they get to provide for their families.

The men become ashamed and angry, they drink or get violent or both, they leave thinking it might fix the problem, and they realize this doesn’t work and they keep drinking and keep getting angry.

We have been blessed, because we still have many of the things that were in our lives before the wasicu, Preparing food, doing our quill work, Looking after our families, Looking after our men, sewing and practicing what the old ones taught us.

We can still look after our families, children and old ones and make them smile. We can help our children grow to become strong men and powerful women.

I had all this on my heart and i was reading a book. And unbelievably they were talking about the same thing i am saying above. It was very strange, since the book really didn’t have much to do with it.

Id like to quote some of it, this book is the words of an elder, when a friend gave me this book, i thought .. “here we go, some other plastic shaman claiming to have the answers to everything etc”, i was completely wrong. Its about an old man on the rez and he just shares a bit of his life and what he prays for, the future. Simple but very powerful.

This is what i came across and it blew me away, since i had been thinking about this in depth for days before reading it.

If honor had mattered, they would have won and we would still be strong and healthy as a people. But honor didn’t matter, Numbers mattered. They fought and lost. Now they still try to fight, Like grandpa is doing with words. But they are defeated.

It was taken from them. Everything. Your people did it. That’s the way it was planned, and it worked. You took their spirits and left them with shame. But no one paid any attention to us women. We kept things alive in our hearts and hands.

They ignored us, we were just women. But we were always the ones to keep the culture alive. That was our job, as women and mothers. It always has been. The men can’t hunt buffalo anymore. But we can still cook and sew and practice the old ways. We can still feed the old people and make their days warm. We can teach the children. Our men may be defeated, but our women’s hearts are still strong.

This is what i mean about it being our time - The Indian woman. We have always been at the center. The Indian family has been like a circle, and the woman has been at the center. White families have been like lines, with the men standing in front.

That’s why white women haven’t been able to understand us. They talk about sisterhood and liberation, but their struggle is not our struggle. We don’t need to get free. We need to free our men.

Things are different for us. We know who we are. We are Mothers. We are the bearers of our race. It gives us status to do other things. We are honored for what we are. If our men are treating us poorly, it is because they are shamed. Why should we want to set ourselves against them and call that liberation? Until they are free in their hearts again, none of us Indian people will be free.

All you see is the violence and the alcohol. All the white women see is the silence and the bruises. What we see is a broken circle, and we’re going to make it whole. This isn’t about men and women. This is about our whole culture and our ancestors and our children. White people always think of themselves first, and how to get your individual rights. We don’t. We think about the culture and how to make the people strong within it.

Thats what we’re doing. We’re building the culture. That’s our job. That’s why it’s our turn, now.

Dannie’s talk in the book Neither wolf, nor dog.

So women, never forget your are powerful. Our Families and Children Look up to you. Our men, Need you to help them be free. Our elders pass on to you.  Wakan Tanka blesses you with all these powers.

We are Women and We are strong.  Use this power for our people, to help them be free again.

Hey all, just a question.. Where on earth are all the single men, like… am i living on some other planet where the only men around are over 80, dead, married or gay? I am so sick of meeting guys, and then disillusioning myself with the future prospects of this guy, to only 5 minutes later have him introduce me to his girlfriend (or boyfriend - believe me it has happened).. where i have to act polite and pretend i really wasnt trying hit on him, i really did accidently spill wine on his trousers, and i really wasnt just trying to touch his leg. (while she (or he) gives me the death look that would have sent eve straight to hell) And then theres that whole dating sites scene, you go there, you fill out a profile that takes you 45 minutes of pure blood, sweat and tears brain farting to put together (which most guys dont even read because they have an attention spam of a two year old - dont feel bad guys, i dont read your profiles either) and then you search through hundreds of (supposedly) matching profiles only to find some guy, that might come remotely come close to what your looking for. So you go check out his profile (ok .. only his pictures, age and starsign) and you think… hmm..he looks good.. nice pic, nice abs, nice name, nice age.. what else do i need to know.. i might send him a message… Then all of a sudden, with all the fire and fury from hell, you get a F*kn sign smashed against your head (ok.. your monitor then), dashing all your hopes and dreams of ever meeting this guy.. Saying ” You are not a premium user .. To become a premium user sign up using your credit card.. it will only cost you 30 dollars a month (and “Your soul”).. So like most people, i aint going to pay those 30 dollars a month, so what do you do?? You send them icebreakers ofcourse!!!!. You send them icebreakers, until their ice melts..or until they block you.. and you keep sending and sending ice breakers.. Only to find out they aint a premium user either.. so somewhere on this planet, there is some guy, lookin at my profile, icebreaking me so much that i could win the icebreaker popularity award.. and vice versa.. and some stoopid dating site, wants to put a price on that?? oh well.. i guess we always have myspace .. Im sure i can meet enough morons on there to fullfill (or break all) my hopes and dreams of ever finding mr right. until then, im putting up a notice, if your goodlookin, got a head on your shoulders (and elsewhere), like insane people like myself, and dont plan to try and change me, stop me from being me or run my life.. then leave me a comment.. lol Also he must like, extreme sports, can handle pranks, likes loud music, being told off every now and then, doing something completely different each day, can handle female hormonal issues, thinks im cute when im Pi$$d off, and is willing to worship me above all women, is willing to cook and clean and take out the trash every monday.. then be sure to leave a comment.. This is the one and only Native Great one signing off.. catch you all later.. p.s if you really want to impress me, build an online “Sky” alter.. lol .. professing your true love and feelings..