Just write

When I began writing my one-person show so many years ago, I was angry.  That anger allowed me to write, but it also held me back.  I was afraid that once my masterpiece was complete, to my liking, that I people wouldn't like it.  That people wouldn't like the opinions expressed in it.  Well, it is now complete.  To an extent.  Is it the story I began so many years ago? (I am too embarrassed to say when exactly I started to write it, I am not that brave yet) maybe not, but it is a story that I am OK with.  But now as I am trying to finish it off, that one tiny moment that I need to clear things up, I am once again faced with a dilemma.  

My story is a one-person show.  Not necessarily my story, but a conglomeration of too many years of conversations and reading.  Over the years I have tried to immerse myself more into the native community.  Meeting and talking to more people.  Learning more.  Discovering more stories and opinions.   As the years have passed, native issues have come more to the forefront.  Or maybe not.  Maybe I'm just noticing them now because I'm looking.  Right now what is stopping me from completing the play is this overwhelming feeling of sadness.  Perhaps it is masked fear.  But it is a heaviness.  As I read the latest headlines, I scroll to the end, to the comment section.  That is the most disturbing part of every article.  The comments, at times encouraging, at times disparaging and sometimes misinformed are the hardest part to read.  They are not an encouraging endorsement for the future of being "Indian".  There is no co-hesive agreement, there is no understanding.  There is no attempt at conversation.  When one party doesn't understand, the next comment(s) is/are slur(s) because they don't understand and they don't want to understand, they want to live in their bubble of ignorance.    And I don't mean ignorance in a bad way, because I don't think it's a bad word, I think you're just unaware, unfamiliar, so you should ask questions and learn more.  Have a dialogue, a conversation.

I have never thought of myself as invisible, though most times I want to be, but we as a people are.  We walk around in our urban surroundings, living life, meeting people, people wanting to share in our visible "indianess" yet they want to live this romanticized story they have made up for themselves, to be a part of something obviously bigger than them, but yet not wanting us to be bigger.

They want to walk around in their ignorance and have you be OK with it.  The saddest part is when I look on Pinterest and the boards that are "dedicated" to Native Americans.   Looking at the historic photos of Chiefs in headdresses next to the required summer festival headdress is the hardest part.

I don't know where this is going anymore.  I am just talking in circles.  I should just write and stop looking at Pinterest.

The Natives
Milk Magazine
Buy a Headdress
Department Store display - France
Kids Costumes

A tiny spark

A tiny spark is where it all starts.  Most days I feel like a I am just flaming out.  A big puff of smoke.  As I've said before, I want to share this process with you the reader, but most days I am beating myself up and am sure you'd rather not hear me complain yet again.  But in truth, this is what happens when you're starting out I imagine, you just don't know it because most people would rather not share all the downs that exist.   And I don't.  Trust me there are far more days that I'd rather chuck it all than feeling the wonderful elation of writing.  I am still waiting for that moment. 

What I do love and enjoy are the moments of hope.  The spark that makes you want to go on.  I saw that glimmer when I watched this video.  It makes me want to go on.  If not for one more day.

How to keep track of post ideas

I am constantly online and always reading others blogs and posts.  It's great to keep up on what others are doing in the world of social media, as well as learn about stuff that I haven't found yet.  My problem is that I have collected a ton of bookmarks in my browser and I sometimes forget about them.  In an attempt to be more consistent in my postings and to keep myself organized I've made the following Google form, in the hopes of decluttering my computer as well as lightening the load on my computer battery (I have a tendency to not turn off my computer because I'll lose the 10+ tabs I have open that I WILL read, but eventually just find more).

This is how I keep track of my ideas.
If you'd like this idea and would like to use it, please feel free to Click Here and make a copy for yourself.  If you don't copy the file and use it, I'll see the info collected and you won't.

Contact me if you have any problems or additional questions.

Crockpot whole chicken

Instead of making a trip to Costco to get a roasted chicken, I thought I would try and do it myself.   I was a bit skeptical and nervous, but it turned out wonderfully.  The spices that are rubbed onto the chicken, help add some flavor to the the skin as it crisps.

1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. onion powder
1 tsp. dried oregano
1/2 tsp. chili powder
1/2 tsp. pepper
1/2 tsp. paprika
2 tsp. fine grain salt
1 whole chicken
1 onion, quartered
2 tsp. olive oil

Prep the chicken by removing the "goodies" from inside the cavity.  Rinse the chicken and pat dry.
Stuff the onion in the cavity and tie the drumsticks together with twine.
Place chicken in crockpot. *

In a bowl, blend the spices together.  Mix well.
Drizzle olive oil over chicken and rub into skin.
Take spices and cover chicken entirely.
Cover crockpot with lid and set on low for 4-5 hours.**

*If you don't like your chicken dripping in drippings, take some aluminum foil and make 4-5 balls and put in the bottom of your crockpot then place your chicken on top of them.

**Cooking times may vary depending on your crock.  Be sure your chicken is thoroughly cooked before serving.

Stay Hungry my friend!