Ideas have consequences.
"Nunavut" is a consequence of an idea. Someone's idea changed the map of a whole huge country, political/power structure. Someone who was born they way ancient people used to be born, had an idea and his idea brought about huge change.
Discoveries.
The image of a planet discovered is called Sedna. This planet is sentimental to me for a couple of reasons, one is that I relate quite intimately with the story/idea of Sedna's betrayal in her early years. Secondly, the date labelled on the image holds the month and day of my birthday.
The planet Sedna was discovered on my birthday!
I find it ironic that I, an Inuk who is thriving in Nunavut which changed the face of a large country and has a planet named after one of my cultures greatest legends. Not many people in the world get to enjoy coincidences like these.
;-D
I don't mind saying so myself that Nunavut has great minds which hold great ideas which have great consequences. Our legends, our realities, our ideas and the discovery that we have many capacities is really wonderful. And the consequences of our ideas fetches far out, even to outer space. (the sky really is the limit)
Nunavut - Our Land... cheers to those who call her home sweet home.
Thanks for reading,
Marion Carpenter (a.k.a.) Uqituq ~ "not heavy"
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Powers that Be.
The Vatican.
The Canadian Federal Government.
Shall we pour ourselves a cup of the 'great canadian coffee' and watch them put some "Power" into their apologies.
I can offer a few suggestions for how they can spend their spare change:
1. Kick ass school system.
2. Housing.
3. Judges that 'lay down the law': wait, that might actually be apart of their job description.... all FOUR of them because (right from the horses mouth) Nunavut Court of Justice is a "collaborative" effort.
4. Quantity of family law lawyers that mimic a popular saying: "supply and demand". Because of the lovely new 'family law act' petitioners legally have the right to speedy access to decisive decisions.
No apologies from me for spotting a truth and speaking it. Let's just start having great truths so it doesn't sound like I'm gossiping.
M.
The Canadian Federal Government.
Shall we pour ourselves a cup of the 'great canadian coffee' and watch them put some "Power" into their apologies.
I can offer a few suggestions for how they can spend their spare change:
1. Kick ass school system.
2. Housing.
3. Judges that 'lay down the law': wait, that might actually be apart of their job description.... all FOUR of them because (right from the horses mouth) Nunavut Court of Justice is a "collaborative" effort.
4. Quantity of family law lawyers that mimic a popular saying: "supply and demand". Because of the lovely new 'family law act' petitioners legally have the right to speedy access to decisive decisions.
No apologies from me for spotting a truth and speaking it. Let's just start having great truths so it doesn't sound like I'm gossiping.
M.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sedna.
What else to say.
She stayed down there.
As a girl, up here; now woman, down there.
She was up here; but his fear and panic sank her down there.
No. Not her. No reflection on her because of circumstance.
She is who she is. She isn’t what happened to her.
She always will be, because she was.
Go down to her. See her and help; it’s just hair; she is no fear.
Patronize was fear manifest.
Cut from her; she gave to you. Skilled hand cut to the marrow, to give you yours.
Exceptional is scary to some; but fearless returns with life.
Acquainted with grief but posing no threat. Intensity means ingenious.
No. Not stuck, not captured.
Her reason, she knows.
Her fingers swim and grow into food and light.
Understand. You will do what she can’t; resurface.
It’s just hair; she asks one thing; only one help; two braids.
It’s just nice; she demands; only be nice; her digits your food.
What else to say.
Her platform is perspective. Respect can meet her eye to eye.
Courage meets no fear down there.
Take the plunge where she was forced.
She stayed down there.
As a girl, up here; now woman, down there.
She was up here; but his fear and panic sank her down there.
No. Not her. No reflection on her because of circumstance.
She is who she is. She isn’t what happened to her.
She always will be, because she was.
Go down to her. See her and help; it’s just hair; she is no fear.
Patronize was fear manifest.
Cut from her; she gave to you. Skilled hand cut to the marrow, to give you yours.
Exceptional is scary to some; but fearless returns with life.
Acquainted with grief but posing no threat. Intensity means ingenious.
No. Not stuck, not captured.
Her reason, she knows.
Her fingers swim and grow into food and light.
Understand. You will do what she can’t; resurface.
It’s just hair; she asks one thing; only one help; two braids.
It’s just nice; she demands; only be nice; her digits your food.
What else to say.
Her platform is perspective. Respect can meet her eye to eye.
Courage meets no fear down there.
Take the plunge where she was forced.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Buzzz.
Surprisingly quiet 2009.
The image of a calm, icy and very white Nunavut is in my mind as I carve. I am new to carving, have broken a dremel tool & three diamond drill bits; proof of just how much I've fallen for carving.
I'm using a stone that is as easy to cut as butter; soap stone.
The rock itself, for my Sedna, is beautiful and I get so fixated on her that everything else fades to nothing except my freezing toes and hands... part of the burden of a carver.
I hope to post a picture of my Senda when I'm done, but for now here is a picture of my inspiriation for her. This photo found on google, is intense and I love her for that.
See you soon.
M.
The image of a calm, icy and very white Nunavut is in my mind as I carve. I am new to carving, have broken a dremel tool & three diamond drill bits; proof of just how much I've fallen for carving.
I'm using a stone that is as easy to cut as butter; soap stone.
The rock itself, for my Sedna, is beautiful and I get so fixated on her that everything else fades to nothing except my freezing toes and hands... part of the burden of a carver.
I hope to post a picture of my Senda when I'm done, but for now here is a picture of my inspiriation for her. This photo found on google, is intense and I love her for that.
See you soon.
M.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Little Green Riding Suzuki.
So, I have a green, old Suzuki. It's reliable, very fuel efficient and has 4x4. I should be very grateful for it. And one day I was because it drove me to have a predatory distraction.
I really like to drive, so living in the Arctic where there are no highways makes me feel as if I'm a 747 that can only taxi down a drive way... a little cabin fever for me all these years. With this in mind, I drive my kids crazy driving to the outer most limits of our cold city.
I drive 3 miles out to Apex, almost everyday; out 2 kilometers to the Causes-way twice a day, and when the Road to Nowhere doesn't have beached whale sized snow drifts, I drive them banana's out that way too. But that road isn't plowed, which leaves me to drive with blasting music from my iPod all over town.
My roomate and I had dropped the kids off early to their schools and she suggested we go to the Cause-way. I navigated us between vulture sized ravens and snow drifts listening to dance music. Just as we were rounding the dump, I saw an Arctic Wolf.. at first I knew it was him, but then I started second guessing myself and said, 'No, it's just a sled dog' (they look similar to each other.)
I sped up my green Suzuki for a better look and sure enough I was right the first time, I should know better by now than to second guess myself.
Mr. Wolf had a beautiful winter fur coat and all I could think of was, "Wow! Nice winter mitts".
The wolf knew better and ran off the road to head in the opposite direction from where I was headed... he's lucky, this Inuk didn't have her rifle with her. (ha!- I don't own a fire arm)
Merry Christmas!
I really like to drive, so living in the Arctic where there are no highways makes me feel as if I'm a 747 that can only taxi down a drive way... a little cabin fever for me all these years. With this in mind, I drive my kids crazy driving to the outer most limits of our cold city.
I drive 3 miles out to Apex, almost everyday; out 2 kilometers to the Causes-way twice a day, and when the Road to Nowhere doesn't have beached whale sized snow drifts, I drive them banana's out that way too. But that road isn't plowed, which leaves me to drive with blasting music from my iPod all over town.
My roomate and I had dropped the kids off early to their schools and she suggested we go to the Cause-way. I navigated us between vulture sized ravens and snow drifts listening to dance music. Just as we were rounding the dump, I saw an Arctic Wolf.. at first I knew it was him, but then I started second guessing myself and said, 'No, it's just a sled dog' (they look similar to each other.)
I sped up my green Suzuki for a better look and sure enough I was right the first time, I should know better by now than to second guess myself.
Mr. Wolf had a beautiful winter fur coat and all I could think of was, "Wow! Nice winter mitts".
The wolf knew better and ran off the road to head in the opposite direction from where I was headed... he's lucky, this Inuk didn't have her rifle with her. (ha!- I don't own a fire arm)
Merry Christmas!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Who Knew?
It had been years since being on the 'upper base' road. Dispite how tossed around I was in the little red 'Jeep', I enjoyed the slow traverse up the steep incline.
On our way up the twisty hill, I looked down at the side of the dusty, rocky hill and was mesmerized by the purple fragrant flowers; the sky was such a beautiful blue reflected by the salty Bay and the gentle breeze wafted the scent northward to 'upper base', giving me the gift of an amazing summer day touching all the senses.
Who knew that purple and blue could smell so good. I was glad to have been forced to go slowly back down the hill, to be captivated by one of nature's natural scents, purple & blue.
Enjoyable summer so far way up here in Iqaluit, see you around.
M.
On our way up the twisty hill, I looked down at the side of the dusty, rocky hill and was mesmerized by the purple fragrant flowers; the sky was such a beautiful blue reflected by the salty Bay and the gentle breeze wafted the scent northward to 'upper base', giving me the gift of an amazing summer day touching all the senses.
Who knew that purple and blue could smell so good. I was glad to have been forced to go slowly back down the hill, to be captivated by one of nature's natural scents, purple & blue.
Enjoyable summer so far way up here in Iqaluit, see you around.
M.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Summer Attraction
Sylvia Grinnell and it's neighbor, the Cause Way are a great summer attraction. They provide fishing, golfing, BBQing, boating, beautiful scenic hike along the coast and a chance to catch up with neighbors and friends in an atmosphere of fresh salty air.
The rocky coast line is dotted with many northern residents doing their best to attract Arctic Char hoping for a fresh fillet dinner, 'pipsi'-dried fish, or my favorite, chowder. It is an exercise of 'good will' when 'you' the fellow fisher-woman watch your Sylvia Grinnell neighbor seemingly catch all the fish and 'you' don't get so much a little nibble. :-)
So, it's been nice to see a great variety of people walk, hitch-hike, bike, jog or drive down Sylvia Grinnell or the Cause Way.
Enjoy your Arctic Summer.
M.
The rocky coast line is dotted with many northern residents doing their best to attract Arctic Char hoping for a fresh fillet dinner, 'pipsi'-dried fish, or my favorite, chowder. It is an exercise of 'good will' when 'you' the fellow fisher-woman watch your Sylvia Grinnell neighbor seemingly catch all the fish and 'you' don't get so much a little nibble. :-)
So, it's been nice to see a great variety of people walk, hitch-hike, bike, jog or drive down Sylvia Grinnell or the Cause Way.
Enjoy your Arctic Summer.
M.
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