Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
Omission is not Love
Omission doesn't belong in love stories. Unrequited love caused my first spouse to betray his heart and settle with me. Had I known this fact, I wouldn't have given him my heart and two children. He hid his past for ten years before his heart betrayed him when she showed up at the restaurant. The moment she showed up, his eyes glistened and never left her. In a ten minute visit with her, his wife and children disappeared as she and he chatted with each other. The blushing beauty chatting with my husband made me realize that he never let her go. He omitted his love for another as he built a life with me.
Hills, Both ways.
In our day, we had to go to school, uphill, both ways. City kids had no bus to protect us on our way to school. We became tough winter warriors in the trenches of the winter battles. Heavy winter jackets, bread wrapper lined boots, hand knitted mittens and scarves protected our little beings.
Today's Hungry Hollow
History is so strange. Every time a person, or historian who reports on history has their own story. Bill Dunlop wrote his own personal history in his published book, Hungry Hollow. His history had become mine. After a generation later, the book was written about the neighborhood I was born in. My memoirs would not look like his for my history is different than his.
Yesterday, I was walking around the house with a little black cloud raining emotions all over me. The diagnosis of cancer could be very real and I settled down in my recliner with the ominous thoughts reeling in my head. Oddly, I don't feel like the diagnosis will be cancer, but I know the doctor wouldn't say it if it wasn't a possibility.
Just a Moment
I have never been so happy as to hear my grandbaby downstairs screaming her head off as her mother wraps her in her blanket for the afternoon nap. I listen to the banter her momma says as she wraps her daughter in her nice warm blanket like a burrito. Nap time will bring about a bit of silence and a bit of happiness for a few hours.
Detoxing with Kendra Payton
My space, is sacred to me. everything has its place and has a purpose. Everything is in order and I do not feel as if I have to deal with clutter or discord in any shape or fashion. I have achieved one goal already this year and I still have many more goals to reach. My home is in order, but, my body isn't. My home is sacred, but my body has been neglected and isn't feeling like it is a well kept temple.
A String of Lights
I love the time between Christmas and New Year. One can sit back and give thanks that the children had a happy Christmas. The adults, on the other hand, were as resilient as they could be because we all took some serious financial hits right before the Holiday. We all looked at each other, pooled our resources, and helped one another to prepare for the festivities to a level in which they could be prepare to. When all was said and done, we were fed, and the little ones had no idea there was true struggle to make their day happy happen.
Normally, the holidays bring me joy. This year, I struggle with finding happiness and joy. I have many reasons for being all humbug this year yet, I know I have to pull out of this dark and gloomy attitude. I wish I weren't so grumpy but I just can't seem to shake this gloom reverberating from my soul. I just haven't found my happiness yet this year.