Tuesday, June 24, 2014

ᎢᏯᏛᏁᎵᏓᏍᏗ

She is what we do, how we do it and why we do it. 
She is what we think, believe, value, how we behave and why it is so.
She is the collective property of our people and her origins are in our ancestors' echoes.

When she was healthy, she had no limits, but she recedes - as she has been openly derided, opposed and punished.  She is slipping and stumbling along the trail, loosing traction and tripping. 

Is all that we do her?
She is everything, but her hair didn't used to look like that, she didn't laugh so loud and I don't understand her words.  I don't recognize her.  Maybe it's not her.  Without her, I am not me.

If we don't choose her, we choose another, by default.

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