Sheila L. Chingwa
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Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
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Wind Witch Chapter 5
Wind Witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 5- Leaving Fall enclosed on the boarding school. Leaves had fallen from the trees. Hunter’s full moon would soon happen. Sarah sat on the ground pouting. Jade was stressed as Father Unic was ill and needed attention. His fever was high and he shook from chills as he slept. Sarah tried to help but Jade ushered her out of the room.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Wind Witch Chapter 4
Wind witch by Sheila Chingwa Chapter 4 The four men sat themselves down around the table. They seemed comfortable sitting at the Victorian style table. Jack slung his bag off his back and drew out his sage, tobacco, and little metal skillet. He rolled a ball of sage in between his hands and placed it in the pan and placed it in the middle of the table and lit it. The smoke rolled up into the air to cleanse it. Jack stood up and grabbed his eagle feather from his bag and began to cleanse the feather in the midst of the lofting smoke. He proceeded to move from person to person in the room so each could cleanse themselves before they continued the conversation of the boy’s fate. Jack paused in front of Pete and paused for a moment of recognition. The older man bent over the boy’s body and began to smudge him. The boys lifeless body laid so still except for the rise and fall of his chest as his breathing became steadier as the smoke removed the negative energies from the night's events.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Shenanigans and Shipt, Again
Shenanigans and Shipt Again About six weeks ago, I started working Shipt so I could take friends to New York in November. What a learning experience this has come to be. I have had to learn new technology, set up an office to go, and adapt to the needs of others even when they are ungrateful. I have gained new appreciation for the others in the community who do this type of work full-time. Even though I am doing this work part-time, as some might call it a side hustle, I am still happy with the ease of the program. Six weeks in and I love the flexibility the program has and I am ready for the next 6 weeks.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Motivation
Wind Witch C2
Dragonfly, stooped low to the ground as to avoid being seen. He tucked himself away between two trees that was joined and formed a “Y”. Dragonfly could barely be seen except his ears and eyes that peeked out from behind the tree. His large eyes were sensitive to light and the brightness of the fires hurt for him to peer at. Houses were ablaze, children were crying, parents were yelling as spouses were taken for fighting back. Another Indian village burned. Another Medicine Man murdered. Dragonfly could hear his friend's wife’s crying wail of grief yelling out his name, Steve. Grief stricken, Dragonfly fell to his knees and wept. “I was not in time. I was not in time.”
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Wind Witch C3
A stream of light beamed through a small window of the wash room. The sun’s rays showed a stark difference between the light and dark on the cement wall. This room is the beginning of the deconstruction of the Native child. The child of light enters and a child of Betrayl and brokenness exits.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Fiction
Release the Cracken!
Hair, is one of the major concerns in the day of a woman. To be a picture perfect example of the “modern” woman spend a lot of time on their hair. They force their hair to be something that it really is. Hot irons, dying, brushing, and tons of products applied to the locks. I for one am guilty of mistreatment of my hair.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Confessions
The Junk Yard
The neighborhood where I grew up looks so different today then it did when I was little. You see, when I was little my parents and my grandparents lived in an area that was considered the industrial area of town. One could hear trains coming down the tracks or the jake break from a semi truck groan and complain as it ascends to a factory near by. Today, the area has been improved but most of the factory buildings are no longer running and I only hear a train once a month chugging it’s diesel bootie down the track.
By Sheila L. Chingwa4 years ago in Families
