little bones stood strong ran freely prairie grass-tickled sun-blessed faces little bones danced in regalia as fathers drummed beautiful native tongue rising across the plains little bones angled softly into mother's arms treasured gift from Creator little bones stolen, broken tears rushed spirits crushed little bones rest wait for the light wings of love take flight For dVerse Poets Pub. Lisa is our host. Write a 44 word poem (excluding the title) but including the word "stand". ***Notes: Here in Canada we are asked to post the 24 hour National Crisis Line for those who may be triggered by the recount of Indian Residential Schools, so I will start with that. 1-866-925-4419 It would take over 5,000 quadrilles to even begin to express the pain, shame and anger that so many of us feel towards the continuous discoveries and recoveries of precious Indigenous children. Having worked in a Native American daycare, it hurts my heart. Residential "schools" were prisons. Children were stolen from loving families. They were abused physically, emotionally, sexually and spiritually by priests, nuns, ministers and administrators. This took place over a span of more than 150 years in Canada and the U.S.A. Innocent children as young as three years old were forcibly taken from loving parents, had their traditional hair cut and stripped of their own clothing. Their spoken language was prohibited and punished. They were undernourished, under-nurtured and many never saw their parents again. Many families were never told what happened to their children. It is shocking to think that anyone during my lifetime was capable of such evil, especially under the semblance of any 'religion" or government. Generations of Indigenous families have been impacted from the abuse and loss. Residential "School" survivors suffer today and inter generational trauma moves forward without proper acknowledgement and assistance. The TRUTH has been ignored and hidden by church and government, but the voices of these little bones can be heard. Let's listen, learn and stand up. I hope you find the time to research and read the stories of Residential "School" survivors. Many of them have only now found the courage to speak about their painful experiences. To evolve we must be educated. https://fb.watch/7hcZ85Tbk0/ https://youtu.be/ToUVHjr1xK0
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#7. “Don’t be afraid to take a stand. The people that matter will not hold it against you.”
I used to care….REALLY care about what others would think if I was more aggressive with my opinion. I still care. The only difference is that these self conscious feelings will not stop me. I don’t let them. I can only hope that those who are important in my life will accept me no matter what I stand up for or what I believe.
“ Why not go out on a limb? That’s where all the fruit is.”
Now that’s a good quote, truly better than mine. Love the imagery.
I spent at least the first half of my life sticking like glue to the trunk of the tree, afraid to move. It took me a long time to ……change? That is really what it boils down to. There was no divine intervention that took place to transform me. I just got tired of the “me” that I had become. Somehow I was enlightened that change happens by changing your mind. It is purely psychological. You can remain the way you are, if you’re happy with that, or you can move on. Find new ways to interpret and live your life. Some significant losses and events in my life also gave me more reasons to venture out of my safe haven. When people you love die young……I think you know the rest.
Recently I took a stand by supporting a movement for environmental issues. The group made headlines around the world. Like many other movements, it has a strong message although not always delivered in a consistent, united or organized fashion. The cause reflected my beliefs, my morals and certainly my love for a clean world or “Mother Earth”, as this group refers to it.
I am a non-native working in a native community surrounded by chemical plants. I “get it”. I breathe it.
Taking a stand for this group took me on a couple walks of peaceful protest. I have to say I enjoyed every minute of it. The prospect of change taking place because people speak up, people reach out, people stand firm, is at the very least, inspiring.
Taking a stand can be easy, if you don’t think about the risks. You just get out there, balancing with whatever you have to stop you from falling. Pride, determination, strength or even disregard for what can happen because you believe it can’t be worse than playing it safe. There are times in your life when you gamble more. First day on the job….not so much. Veteran in the field…..let it rip. Just my opinion.
Limbs can break. Sometimes what we’re standing on is not as solid as we thought. We may or may not have been aware of that, but we got out there anyway. That’s the beauty of it. Hopefully, when we hit the ground, we are unscathed. There are many more trees to climb.