On the Border
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Yellow Planetary Seed/ Yellow Magnetic Warrior - Magnetic Bat Moon of Purpose, Day 26
Tria Andrews, Cherokee.
Tria Andrews is a mixed race Cherokee, Irish, and Filipina writer who has published critical essays, fiction, poetry, and photography. She is a graduate of the MFA program in Fiction from San Diego State University, a Shinnyo Fellow, and a PhD student in Ethnic Studies at UC Berkeley, where she teaches Asian American and Native American Studies. Her current research examines culturally relevant forms of rehabilitation for Native American youth in juvenile detention centers located on tribal grounds. This research is informed by over five years of tutoring and teaching yoga to incarcerated adolescents.
On the Border
Looking for something local, but tired, hungry, lost, I settle for something on the border. A green grasshopper lands on my white napkin. Good luck it seems to me, but the waitress wants to kill it. I move to shelter it with my hand, but it flies away. The waitress wants to know where I’m from, what I’m doing here. I tell her. Honey, she says. Rosebud is a whole ’nother world. You’ll see. Stray dogs, trailers without windows. Warns me not to feel too much. That’s her problem, she says. I feel too much. A man with a white beard overhears our conversation. Ethnic Studies? No one studies U.S. history anymore. A few years back, he was living in La Mesa, border of Tijuana and San Diego, and he’d rather live in TJ over Rosebud any day. Got to remember only 150 years ago those people were nomads. Got to remember those people have no concept of discipline. Illustrates by impersonating Indians walking alongside the road. Standing now, mouth open wide, sways his hips forward so his belly protrudes. His eyes roll back into his head. Not all Indians are like that. Ones in Pine Ridge are different. But you better cover your ass, girl. Cover your ass. The man and the waitress laugh. The waitress explains her husband works for the local jail. Because of Indians, he has a job. The man and the waitress laugh. On the border, lines are drawn. Apparently, never does it occur to them that I am Indian. The grasshopper lands in the man’s beard, he doesn’t notice, still laughing. As long as no one notices, maybe it won’t be harmed.*
by Tria Andrews
Kin 244: Yellow Planetary Seed
I perfect in order to target
I seal the input of flowering
With the planetary tone of manifestation
I am guided by the power of free will.
Time travel is only possible through the correct understanding and application of the imaginal realm.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2016-2017.
The Sacred Tzolk'in
Visshudha Chakra (Alpha Plasma)