Hello family. How are you today? It’s really cold here and unpleasant for me to spend much time outside so I find myself here at this console writing to you. I have become a horrible “real letters” writer and anything tangible….this weather has paralyzed me somewhat. I feel like a bloated “kind of” hibernating bear right now lol. All I want to do is eat things with sugar and sleep! So I am trying very hard to find my mental gratitude list and speak items from it when I find myself getting low. In a day or so my sunshine lamp will be here and I plan to add that to my daily therapy. Kyle and I joked that I can take it into our garage and we’ll get a bunch of fake plants to make it seem like outside lol. I’d forgotten what it’s like to live in the cold and the gray! This too shall pass.
I am grateful to have a safe home, shelter, clothing, food, a healthy body and most of all LOVE! There are so many in this world who do not even know what these things would look like! Such things are not nor have ever been a part of their moment to moment existence! So when I start to complain I remind myself of this sobering fact and pray for all the others.
I hope the very best for you today wherever and whenever this message finds you.
Untitled 3 Nov 2006 Jackie Schmidt
The edges of autumn with their fancy dresses dance
Shadow moon glows overhead in a crisp sky of shards
We walk in the stillness
The glimpse of what has been and what is to come
Spreads out before covered eyes
The shadows begin to walk in time to rythyms of another door
The door that opens only to the light
The light that seems to shine brighter than all the others
To this they come
They are in their simplest form and shape; the burden easy to bare
Voices silenced and but mere whisper in a unquiet mind
In a world that rises and has begun to fall
The crevice that separates is opening wider
The vision is clearer
What was and what is to be
What has been and what was but a mere dream
They are becoming but one vision
In the beginning and the end
There is but one
The halls of the mansion spread forever
The doors each a unique key
There is more than one way in
There is one way out
The stories all with different voices
All bound to the same light
The one within and without
Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
But silence is impossible.
Silence is a message,
just as doing nothing is an act.
Let who you are ring out and resonate
in every word and every deed.
Yes, become who you are.
There’s no sidestepping your own being
or your own responsibility.
What you do is who you are.
You are your own comeuppance.
You become your own message.
You are the message.
prison writings – my life is my sun dance – leonard peltier