A time hit me that I did not know how deep my hurt could exist until my heroes thin like a thing Subiyay told me would happen. Be good and know what you do is fulfilling a part of history and beings of tree people.
This winter is like no other, where I have a studio of my own I looked to burn my old sketch books.
I place on my walls the heroes that are unbreakable and heroic.
I will never be a wolf or frog. I dance no mask but I can make things and if called to be so when I am in the Wright frame of mind I will be a call. I have fealty to the land that calls me to place and belonging. As a place that cannot denie it’s source code.
To be here my father next to me defender of Chief White Bird, a phrase of Joseph, I will fight no more forever…
that is not to mean we are gone. it is in my heart a place I can tell my dependence of Spiyalacub, dxwsqius, Tea-qwa-supp, and the time I am with my father and be here now.
Someone spoke ill of my heroes and I am like buoyancy a lock shá as kiya told me to be embracing embers and see thru the darkness to be a name that belongs you into the arms you are.