Creative Reflections “Homecoming”


this nehiyâw br (ownskin)

never quite fits

in the môniyaw/Shaganash world

where môniyaw/Shaganash napêwak/niniwag

look

             down

                            long

condescending noses

at the pain of colonialism

manifesting

inside

my beautiful nêhiyaw Lodge

built with a strong foundation

of kôhkomak and môsomak love

but over the years worn down


smoked filled alcohol stained

punched-in scratched yelled at

neglected ignored starved

the centre fire dimming

covered with the pus of

old pain and wounds

the Anishinaabeg found me

kneeling sobbing on askiy/Aki

they stood beside me gently

lifting standing me up

to recreate my Lodge

Waynaboozhoo style


they line me with Giizhigandak

Eshkaagamik’ikawe’s

protection from all harm

they strengthen me with Miskwaabik

so my back can withstand

the stabs and strikes

they introduce me to Odemin

showing me how She opens the doorways

to our Centre Fire

they pour zhiiwaagamizigan

sweetness running through my veins

cleansing and remembering me to

the love of Our Earth Mother


Nibi is the One who does the

final cleanse rushing through me

a river enveloping me an ocean

stilling me a clear lake

quenching me a small stream

bringing me to tears with Hers

reminding me

we have everything

we need to heal

reminding me

we have Her

She is the One

we are borne out of

She is the connector 

Spirit to Lodge

She is Us and like Her

our very existence is Sacred


Once we remember

who we are

who we come from

who we are becoming

we step

                       outside

môniyaw constructed

false walls

crumble

disintegrate

we come back  to our Original Being


nehiyaw Anishinaabe Haudenosaunee Dene and more

back to our Ancestors

back to the Lands and Waters

all our Relations

we come back into Creation

picking up and carrying our Bundles

for the Grandchildren to come

Tasha Beeds ©August 2017

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