sunshine

Turned in applications all friggin' day..well maybe there were only four . okay it was three and I am not lying! I swear looking for work is stressful. Especially since my last job was at Quest casino. When I started working there I actually thought to myself ..I AM GOING TO MEET MY FUTURE EX HUSBAND. But it was not true I actually met alot of people who had compulsive gambling streaks and after being around that long enough made me just want to get away. Gambling is a sickness it really is. The only thing halfway positive about it is now the indians are in control of the white man' s vice and getting paid big time for it. Well all except my tribe ..the miwok indians. Couple years back the government granted the miwoks- federal status as a recognized tribe...if we signed a non-gaming clause. Which they did. And then we waited and waited from afar. Paperwork came and my mommy filled it out and sent it back along with my 1971 roll call number I had been given to receive a payment of $700 for Yosemite national park. That was how they did it -they gave most all the money to the lawyers and each tribal member only got $700 dollars and a quick pat on the shoulder and told that it was okay they took our land. I was a young lass then..not caught up in the battle raging with the government or what we call them "suits".And part of me is thankful that me and my sis julie were adopted and moved away. We were able to live our life as normal human beings. Proud to be american... for sure, but not caught up in the war that was raging among all my kin. Yeah we are part of the answer and part of the problem right? But life moves faster than the wind and is impossible to catch with your bare hands. Who has time for a war when you have come this far on your own? Yeah a little help would be great..like a grant for education. But not looking for a handout. More interested in the history of the miwok culture. Like my love for trees and the urge to know. I feel like an acorn who cannot grow unless I know...how to sow.. miwokdreamer hears the wind whispering with a voice I can't quite make out or understand