Denise E Lindquist
I am married and together we have 7 children, 25 grandchildren and 8 greatgrandchildren. I enjoy writing, and five years ago I started writing A Poem a Day in February for fun. I've written 3 50,000 word projects in NaNoWriMo. Now Vocal.
In my Anishinabe culture our first two medicines are considered tears and laughter. We are born and then we cry. Four or five months later we laugh. Both are very important healing medicine. I first heard the song from Timbuk 3 at least 10 years ago, maybe more.
A Bit About Me
My introduction at the top is in the Ojibwe language. I am an Anishinabe (Native American) woman from Minnesota. I said "Hi, how are you, my name is running fox with the stars (it is an abbreviated name and the stars is all of you), I am bear clan, I am from the White Earth Nation." I am not a fluent speaker but grew up to know that there were basics that we could use in an introduction. I was enrolled at White Earth, removal Fond du Lac. I am an elder in my tribal community since approximately age 55. I am 67 now, and will be 68 in January of 2022. I am a woman in long term recovery and what that means for me is that I have not used drugs or alcohol in 41 years.
When I was a young preteen girl I got a job babysitting. My cousin was a regular babysitter for this couple who had one child. The child was a little girl they called Dolly. I was excited to earn some money as I had only ever watched my younger siblings and was not paid for that.
As we were picking berries my mother would often tell stories many of which had lessons included and especially for her sons
Rhyming and Grieving
A poem a day in February is grief work for some. Just like working with clay will be good for some and welcome. One month a year is enough as it clears away some tears. I especially loved the laughter that accumulates over time, like from one or two or three years! Sometimes it was upon awakening, other times we were making our way to bed. We would laugh until we cried, pictures of you, hearing you say the words. Some days I cried until I could laugh again. It really is good to cry. A friend of mine said it is prevention for cancer. She got up on stage and talked of catharsis. She was my adopted sis and she laughed and cried with others in front of an audience. I wince to imagine what it took to do that. She was quite the gal pal. I didn't know she died until well after. We were planning a get together and I didn't hear back from her that sister and there was no mister. I spoke with her daughter who said, she died from cancer. Imagine my loss, when she told of how tears were a prevention for cancer. Then I thought, I didn't cry either when my mother died and then a year later when my sister died! That was why I got cancer, and why not her! Yes sir!
My daughter called this morning and woke me up, what a louse She said, "Paxton thought I forgot to take him to your house!
NaNoWriMo is for me and many mo 50,000 word count in one month 25,000 is the number for midmonth. It takes dedication to write enough
Beautiful pitiful a handful painful full What is it I'm talking about? I just want to shout and put it all out I have no clout