“The nurses were busybodies, I could hear them scurrying about in the rooms adjacent to ours. They were telling jokes and laughing. Their happiness pissed me off. Stop fucking laughing, I thought, my kokum's lying here dead...She wrote up a report and closed my kokum's eyes, then walked out of the room and summoned a doctor. In the room beside us, another nurse was still laughing. Sometimes I don't like how life goes on. And sometimes I don't think it should.” DeathGriefSadnessMourningHospitalsNurses Book:Jonny Appleseed Source: Jonny Appleseed
“Maybe we're more like dandelions. A weed that's a pest in the yard but pretty to look at. Yeah, an Indian home is like a dandelion, pretty, but disposable and imbued with a million little seeds that dissolve into wishes for little white hands that pluck. My home is full of hope and ghosts.” HomeHopeNativeIndian Authors Book:Jonny Appleseed Source: Jonny Appleseed
“...leaving home always hurts--home isn't a space, it's a feeling. You have to feel home and to feel it, you have to sense it: smell it, taste it, hear it. And it isn't always comfortable--” Home Book:Jonny Appleseed Source: Jonny Appleseed
“Now living has become a series of hauntings, poltergeists, revenants that flock to the entrances to my ceremonial spaces and enter without regard or invitation.” GriefIndigenous LiteratureJoshua WhiteheadMaking Love With The Land Book:Making Love with the Land: Essays Source: Making Love with the Land: Essays
“Sometimes, I think of mourning as if it were a haunting.” GriefMourningIndigenous LiteratureJoshua WhiteheadMaking Love With The Land Book:Making Love with the Land: Essays Source: Making Love with the Land: Essays
“I am my own best medicine.” WisdomHealingMedicineIndigenous Book:Jonny Appleseed Source: Jonny Appleseed
“I constanly ask myself if all writing is a form of mourning.” WritingMourningIndigenous LiteratureJoshua WhiteheadMaking Love With The Land Book:Making Love with the Land: Essays Source: Making Love with the Land: Essays
“The land, like the body, teaches us the fundamental rule of ending: that no such thing exists, no suffix of "-ed" shall ever touch the prefix of "pre-" and even a body in its most cellular state knows this. We always begin at the end.” BodyLandIndigenous LiteratureJoshua WhiteheadMaking Love With The Land Book:Making Love with the Land: Essays Source: Making Love with the Land: Essays