my elder told me i left pieces of my soul in the houses i lived in- like a bird that had a nest blown out of a tree- i felt hallow- and empty each time- like some very important things had been lost- but i was never sure what it was- illusive in nature- the clothing and furniture would some how be returned by moving vans or trucks or plane tickets= but the broken plates and missing items that appeared in my minds eye- seemed to speak a hidden language i was unable to interpet. that nebulous part of me that would not allow destruction to engage in a dance of death with the soulful heart i had been gifted-that moment where you have to say- cross over this line in the sand and you are going down.the paintings had hidden maps of places still undiscovered- places i had been- joined with the dreams i had had, colors dripping from a past -into a future- images laced on my legs like fish nets-
this woman i bought a house with in portland, 'wanted to come along' while stacey =the real estate agent- agreed to take me to see houses- i had just sold the farm and was working on the BA at portland state, this woman had had a falling out with my elder- and i thought it was 'silly' at the time- not really seeing what she meant- once- my elder said' she took my stew pot for camping' i thought to myself- 'that is no big deal'
we looked at many houses in portland- each one of them seemed sad and solitary- but hindsight being twenty twenty-i can see now how it was all a 'set up' that she intentionally showed me 'sad' houses so i would buy a house with her other friend' ROSE HIGH BEAR' so they could get me to use my equity to help be yet another scam for the woman that married a medicine man for power ...
when she was hired as a caretaker for the man- she claims she was married to him- but when his body was taken back to the rez- the grandmother that had been his wife for years was there and native people go quiet -they know better- the truth will be revealed= to be cont
