I have never attended a powwow. I have never seen a round dance. The only drum I can play is a tambourine. And as far as ethnicity and culture is concerned, my parents have done a cluster frik job. BUT, Idle No More is motivating me to take a stand- to demand my roots. I am learning…and at the same time, standing with my brothers and sisters around the continent, jingling my santa-claus tambourine, telling my peeps- “hey man, you know whats up in Canada, RIGHT?”
…and they’re like “no”, and then we chat….and chat…and someone scribbles “Idle No More” on their hand, and another says they’ll announce it at an AA meeting.
And I promise you, that tambourine makes me so proud because on it I drew the four directions to represent us ALL. And on my way home I stop by to see the geese- and throw some tobacco, but nah- they want my food, so I throw them some food and I’m feelin real good because I am connecting. I am connecting with my true mother, and healing. And it’s thanks to Idle No More.
Then when I get home and my mom starts yelling at me, and I get to thinking, “I should be Idle No More about being a good child to my mom”. So naturally the first thing I do is screw up worse and make her more mad. But then I think about it. And I turn back, crack a joke, clean up a room, and she’s so happy. Thanks to Idle No More.
So I’m sitting online trying to crack out a blog, wondering who da hell the Gauls were- cause they are my ancestors too- and then my dog starts asking me “FOOD” and “WATER” and “WALK”. So I take another bite of my chocolate santa and think “Aww shet, I need to be Idle No More and take care of stuff”, so I get my tushy up and walk my dog, and feed her, and she is so happy. Thanks to Idle No More.
Then I’m sitting around snacking on crap and chips, scratching my anemic head and I start thinkin “Dangit! I gotta be Idle No More and cook a decent gaddamn meal”. SO I gets my tushy back up and actually turn on the stove….and I eat something good and I am happy. Thanks to INM for real.
Then I sit here, surfing the facebook, and I start thinkin “AWW FRIK. It’s time for me to Idle-no-more my A-double-S to bed at a DECENT hour”. So then, I write this instead, and then will go to bed.
Photo: Cincinnati Idle No More (I am the one on the left holding the tambourine)