Series of #Haiku on #TRC #HonourTheApology #IndianResidentialSchools #micropoetry #vss

The remains of 215 Indigenous children (that attended indian residential school) were found in Kamloops, BC. How many more unmarked graves are their to be uncovered? When will the canadian govt take responsibility for their colonial crimes and release all documents from these colonial institutions. When will they fully investigate this and find the other unmarked graves of so many thousands of children that never came home – families were told they went missing and in some cases weren’t told at all and they found out when they never came home. This is just one example of many appalling cases – all a part of the genocide of us Indigenous people. When will the canadian govt honour all of these children and all of these unmarked graves all over canada?

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exposing old truths

words long hidden; on paper

colonial crimes – public

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truths written in blood

of those that never came home

may their souls find peace

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many documents

honouring survivors’ truths

but millions held back

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hear their voices; truths

indelibly imprinted

on hearts who read them

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on hearts that hear them

hearts that feel their painful truths

honour survivors

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may there be healing

honour these truths being shared now

know there are more truths

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survivor prayers

when creator knows it’s time

more truths will be shared

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thank you for your truths

peace/love to those that survived

and those that did not

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may the cycle end

may minds be decolonized

may there be peace; love

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The above are a series of haiku I wrote on the TRC release of their report on the history…

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IRSSS calls for action after the 215 children were found in unmarked graves

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I did ceremony on the land and prayers for these 215 children and their families and loved ones, and for all the children that haven’t been found. It’s long been a prayer of mine that all the unmarked graves be found, these long hidden truths come to light, and that these children be honoured and they find peace. As well as prayers for all Indigenous people that are so deeply grieved by this.

Link to read more https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/indian-residential-school-survivors-society-calls-for-action-1.6045448

Compassionate Inquiry Group Every Tuesday at 9 p.m. EST

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I am looking forward to connecting with you at our Compassionate Inquiry gathering tonight.

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may 18 2021b #poetry

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looking out windowless windows

the sequestered sparrows

sing sallowed songs

in sorrow for

escaping solutions

#micropoetry

may 18 2021 #poetry

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disoriented dreams dissolve

puddling around the base of trembling trees

grasping roots strive to hold sifting sands

of constrained changes

residing in precarious timing

#micropoetry

painting looks like an ammonite

painting I did some time back that reminds me of an ammonite – open for full effect.

photo of one by fossil realm.

sand dunes – beauty of nature

photos by mark hopper

wee 5 second video I created

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may 14 2021 #micropoetry #vss

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we’re apart

here’s no change in sight

in site

insight

deciding what’s best for others

and like paper cuts on a tongue

the salt of longing stings on

#micropoetry #vss

may 13 2021

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crunching on pine needle strewn forest floor

tasting salt air listening to the ocean roar

each step cushioned by lush green moss

purification by silence removing dross

ravens talking in primordial tongues

speaking of whale songs already sung

mountain mists contrast reflecting sun

apr 19 2021 #micropoetry

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expressive clouds float by

so many spirits in the sky

ancestors faces

sacred smoke traces

cardinal comes to say hi

wind profoundly sighs

prayers drumbeats rise

flute music welcome surprise

mother earth’s alive

spring has arrived

myriad birds sing praise

blessed with soothing grace

#micropoetry#vss

doodling

my most recent creation – ink doodle

Apr 10 2018 #micropoetry

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she ironed her thoughts

to a perfect fold

none too shy

none too bold

seemingly seamless

impressing mist

of mindful bliss

#artinspiringapoem

Art – Woman Ironing by Edgar Degas 1869 via Anne_Camozzi twitter

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maybe this will help someone #worldmentalhealthday #suicide

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Today is #WorldMentalHealthDay. I struggled with suicidal thoughts most of my life but I was too scared to talk about it for risk of losing my rights being locked away and being force medicated.

Being drugged was something I experienced in childhood abuse and also as an adult being drugged by men who later sexually assaulted me.

When I did speak up about suicidal thoughts some medical professionals just ignored me which only exacerbated the really desperate feelings and contributed to wanting to even more.

But I always refused to take my life and I wouldn’t give myself permission to (as I believed I’d have to come back and do it all over again and there’s no way I will live through what I already lived through again).

When I did finally find safe people to talk with about suicide it suddenly shifted in a big way and the…

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memories strewn on the floor #haiku #mpy #vss #death #poetry

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you are gone; no more

memories strewn on the floor

broken necklace pearls

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