I was a raven once
bumping along on two legs
blundering around in the dark
talking Raven talk
I was enigmatic
I was a spruce needle once
floating down the stream
waiting to see
who might swallow me
I was enigmatic
I was a young woman once
filled with wonder, attitude,
and
matriarchal potential
I was enigmatic
Then I was a pregnant young woman
filled with wonder, attitude,
and a womb full of
growing child
We were enigmatic
Just as one becomes two,
remember this is true:
Raven brings agency
and misunderstanding
And agency is quite enigmatic
Because agency
is the action that changes
landscapes over time
like water through a canyon
And landscapes of the mind are enigmatic
When Trickster becomes kin,
is a good space to begin ...
with the future rarely clear
and end times always near
By the
moon,
stars,
and Sun,
At
least
we have
perspective
And perspective is forever enigmatic
With thanks to the ODD Gallery, Tara Rudnickas, and Krystle Silverfox for supporting the impetus to create: https://kiac.ca/odd-gallery/archives/krystle-silverfox-feb-mar-2024/
"Perspective work helps us understand the needs of people who see and work in ways that we don’t understand" Elaine Alec
It is with humility that I attempt to unpack the NW Coast story of how Raven Steals the Light.
With this work, my thought was to step the reader through a hero's journey of sorts. Can you recognize the call to action in How Raven Steals the Light?