Born into and out of Alignment
I was gifted these hips from my Mother.
Out of sorts and full of pain at times.
The ability to dance and fly across the mountains and plains.
These joints are in a state of congenital dysplasia.
Out of alignment.
Popping in and out of its stability.
These hips are a reminder to the life that I was offered.
Here I stand tall with one leg that is shorter.
The pain can be unbearable at times.
I sigh, screech and stretch with the tools of my Yogic practice.
This misalignment reflects the life of my ancestors.
For 100 years I can feel their pain.
Locked into my pelvis.
I cry in horror for my stolen sister.
The salty waters flow down these high cheek bones;
My throat chokes up as I remember the day I met Big Mama.
The anger returns as I fathom this memory.
Taken by the institutions;
Deprived of your childhood and your womanhood stolen;
Mother, I speak for you;
In choked up tears.
I surrender.
I accept being a shining light for our ancestors.
Broken down, beat down, sexualized and depraved.
I feel it in my blood.
I heal the one percent that lingers.
I am healed! DO YOU HEAR ME!
WE ARE HEALED!
Mother, Sister, Brother!
I heal you through my invoked prayers.
I heal our lines of love.
Past the veils, we are one;
Dancing among the cosmo’s.
You are free from the suffering of this Earth Realm.
In your honour, I share our pain;
Pain that has turned into Gold.
How the rising sun lights up the day across the horizon.
Ancestors, I thank you for your suffering.
The trauma that has stoked the fire that burns in my heart;
To transform the darkness with the light of this loving fire.
The remembrance that the Shadow does not exist without the light.
Mother and ancestors I thank you for this life.
We shift and transcend in this world and the in the next.
Each day I act upon as ceremony.
My Inner Spirit is the alignment.
I stoke the Fire.
Written for truth and reconciliation September 30.
Anita Vidya
In deep reverence for life
Darlene Pearl Obichon
August 10, 1958 - July 16 2020
