Saturday, September 14, 2019

How I know I'm old.... witty

How I know I’m old:
• If it doesn’t hurt it doesn’t work any more
• I can injure myself sleeping
• I take a sweater with me in 106 degree weather (just in case)
• I can get wasted by moving too fast
• Staying up past 10 is reliving my wild youth
• Walking has sound effects (popping, clicking, groaning)
• If I walk by a mirror and catch a glimpse of myself, my only thought it “Oh how the mighty have fallen”
• If I drop an object on the floor and have to bend, I must debate whether or not it should just stay there
• If a medication has a side-effect the doctors give me medications for that side-effect and also medications for the side-effects of medications of that side-effect
• When shopping, the ointment aisle is now a “wild time out”
• Napping is like winning an all expense paid vacation

• Never mind… I forgot what this list was for


That's my side of it,
Angel

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

ee-yoh-dahn wah-shah-kay (new poem by Angel Dunworth)



IYOTA WASAKE




The world turns

and turns again,

The forests burn,

In worlds of men.




The ocean dies,

Mountains speak,

Of broken bones

That mines deplete.




Grandfather hear our sacred prayer,

Help us clean the toxic air,

Wankan Tanka, Great Mystery,

Open our eyes that we might see,

That Father Sky and Mother Earth

Are sacred beings beyond worth.

Please help us walk in a good way,

ee-yoh-dahn wah-shah-kay




For within worlds

lie worlds unseen

Like teaming life

in trees of green,




Or the universe

beneath the sand

whose only hope,

Lies in our hands.







Grandfather hear us one and all

We cry as one as mountains fall

Wankan Tanka, Great Mystery,

Help us to change history

For Father Sky and Mother Earth

Are sacred beings beyond worth.

Please help us walk in a good way,

ee-yoh-dahn wah-shah-kay


*** All words in Sioux translate roughly into "Almighty"