Currently I am working on a creative fiction novel, inspired by my own experience, titled: “She Who Was Taken”. I will be posting excerpts from the work here, so check back by!
Synopsis:
I am a stolen blanket. My warp is the strength of my Ancestors, the courage, vision and creativity that will save my life. Before you I will stand, a woman who consists of threads stretched oh so tight. Threads what are a blend, filled with natural fibers, old wisdom and tactile expertise. I am a Cree woman who wove the weft threads of my blanket.
My nimble fingers dance over my foundation. Blanket wool is my soul, the Ancient, directing an orchestra of vibrant colors. I am a stolen blanket, my embellishments of appliquéd hands, flowers, elk, bears and other life symbols tell the journey from a fracture to wholeness.
Excerpt – Chapter One:
…How life had transformed for Sophie’s People of the northern reaches of Kanadario1 (Ontario Canada), once a complete universe, filled with hope.
A living future, rich forests, providing all that was ever needed to live a good life could be found there. Now this gift from Kâ-tipêyihcikêt (Creator) was sliced up like so much salted fish, dried and broken into the many provinces, towns and private property, and of course the pitiful Indian Reserves.
The crisis of the impending birth had grown steadily with each labored breath, “Where has Joseph gone off to!” Sophie complained to the silent uncaring walls.
“It was never like Joseph to be gone for so many hours, now days, knowing that a killing ice storm was rushing head-long into our little camp!”, Sophie moaned to the silent room …
… In Sophie’s confusion, the small beaded bag of holy tobacco lying next to her bed post did not move. The tribute forgotten. Quite suddenly, the tiny blue form of a woman winked out like a snuffed candle – gone leaving a scent of fresh prairie sage in her wake. Less than a heartbeat later an unmistakable sound arrived, the roar of icy hooves carrying the crystal stallions. The intent thundered, as they approached. Deadly they came, through the mountain passes and towards the sighted target, the vunerable bush camp…
1Ontario Canada – Meaning Sparkling waters
Will look forward to it!
Hello ! What a brilliant concept. I appreciate the origin of the idea and your approach to the work.
Looking forward to watching your progress, over time, on this important book.