Fully Experiencing Life Project

Fully Experiencing Life Project I have learned in many personal development programs to heal, grow, unlearn harmful behaviours & choose life. Shifts fr. Roots are strong.

colonial history to decolonization & freedom of heart, mind & spirit. Much can grow when we nourish healthy roots.

'Only day 14 ~ "My Dad Died"'The urge to run, like fire is everywhere, is loud. It wakes me up. It leaves me panicked, g...
04/09/2026

'Only day 14 ~ "My Dad Died"'

The urge to run, like fire is everywhere, is loud. It wakes me up. It leaves me panicked, grabbing to check messages, to make sure all left are okay.

All doesn't feel okay and won't for awhile.

My friend said 'It doesn't get better but it will get easier.' Another friend said 'It won't be like this forever.' Another friend said 'Let me hold you up for a moment.'

The pain and sad are my companions for now. They will arrive when they feel like it. That feels scary and awful and like at any moment I may be pushed into the deep end with no warning.
(this isn't my first time being drowned, I try to remind myself)
What is my life preserver?
What can I depend on with any surety in life?
I polish my tools.
I stretch and breathe.
I notice late, but do notice when I become thirsty.
THE HEART KEEPS BEATING.
I need to hold on.
I need to take a breathe when I know a crash into the water is now.
I need to cry for help if needed.
It's scary and there will be discomfort.
This new normal that I hate.
"My Dad died.", I practise saying to myself. I feel the words in my mouth. My heart pounds slowly. Tears at the ready. I am not okay. The world whooshes by. I hold on. The wave hits and I hold on. Eyes closed. Holding on. The wave passes and I notice where I am.
I can only take bits of life at a time.
"It will be hard. You will get through it." said my Dad. " Connect with nature. Find things to chuckle about." His words are everywhere. The love is everywhere.

I actually love the water of life. We are born in it. We will return to it at the end.
Tears dripping give me relief.
I will rest when I can.
I sip water to keep me moving.
My tender heart beats on.
My kids are watching and I will do my best to teach them to swim, as my Dad taught me.

-mangus

"Two pairs of moccasins"I live in two worlds.I am expected to drum and sing ANDTo know how to do small talk & follow eti...
03/23/2026

"Two pairs of moccasins"

I live in two worlds.
I am expected to drum and sing
AND
To know how to do small talk & follow etiquette I was never taught.

I am expected to honour my big family and responsibilities
AND
Keep up with my taxes, work to make paper money and pay my bills. To be an Upstanding Citizen.

I try to remember to pause, share gentle hellos in community and to always share in some laughs
AND
I learn new social media apps every day; no smoke signals here anymore!

I am expected to attend feasts which at times go to 4 or 5 a.m.
AND
To get to my western society duties 9-5, Monday to Friday.

I am expected to speak on behalf of all my people to educate people and to appease some settlers' discomforts while turning a blind eye to those who hate
AND
I am less and less expected to know my language, but it is something I grieve heavily and to my soul.

I am expected to hunt and fish and food gather in lands continually more decimated over time

My moccasins are worn. I run between my two worlds. I run this way and that. I am a super human with never ending responsibilities. Some days, I hang my head like the stereotypical indian image
Mostly I carve and create, mastering my hands and heart to create in our new world. Melded into one. I have wings from both worlds. I make the two wings flap together. Sometimes I do loopy de loos. Sometimes I sit still in the dark; resting. Mostly I continue to grow my muscles. Flight going higher and higher. I feel superhuman at times and am also 'just me.' Looking down to make sure my moccasins aren't backwards, turned topsy turvy. The worlds don't always fit together. Maybe I am doing it wrong? But life changes and so do we. I know who I am and that all is foundation to bring brilliance of who I am (roots) to what I do (what tree will I grow, what fruits and blossoms will I grow; what can our kids learn from me, to grow on their own?).
Today my moccasins are worn. I dance and sing, in my heart to keep going. My wings flap mightily. I am Gitxsan, Wet'suwet'en and live amongst some colonially-rooted ideas that are young and weak. My roots are strong and have long tendrils to guide me; if I only pause and listen to the beating of my own heart.
Hamiya Wii Simooget Laxha
Misiiyh Uudake
Thank you Creator
For life
For ways ahead
Celebrating life in two oil and water worlds.

-mangus

Drop a topic for me to write about. A paragraph or up to 1 page. Honing the craft and voice... πŸ₯°
03/21/2026

Drop a topic for me to write about. A paragraph or up to 1 page. Honing the craft and voice... πŸ₯°

"Warrior"Humans look for kindness in the world.Places they can trust.The world can be pretty darn scary at times.All our...
03/19/2026

"Warrior"

Humans look for kindness in the world.
Places they can trust.
The world can be pretty darn scary at times.
All our scars we have tell stories.

I remember meeting this lady. I was a helper.
She had been there, done that.

She had scars on her arms and on various parts of her body. Scars screaming that she had fought. I could tell when I looked into her eyes, she could handle herself.
There was truth in her eyes. I knew I needed to speak with honesty for her to trust me and allow me to be around her.

She had such a big, beautiful laugh and her weathered but youngish face changed in amazing ways when she smiled. She made art with her hands. She was a parent.
She was also at the end of her life. No more to be done.

Her and I sat in the hospital room and watched one of those silly fall-off-everything-competition game shows.
Sitting together. Laughing at the falls. Not much to say most of the time. She knew her time was limited.

When she did talk, she shared about her daughter. She was focussed on the time she had left with her daughter. She wanted her daughter to know she was so loved. She wanted her daughter to have a strong path forward. She wanted her daughter connected to loving family. She wanted her daughter to know that if she could, the woman would pick to be the daughter's Mom over and over again. She wanted to give her last bit of life to filling her daughter up with knowing all her gifts within and finding light in the world; a world soon to be empty of her Mommy.

It's a fragile life with all the unknowns. Through it all, love is real and never-ending. Love is an everflowing well of intention and a wrapping in gifts from a life learned.
Love and family.

Her scars showed to me, (me the humble witness), the many battles she had fought - to live, to cope, to move forward, to show the world her resilience and realities.
The last time I saw her there was a lump in my throat, "Thank you for allowing me to be a helper for a few moments in your life. I truly will be hoping the best for you, your comfort and I am honoured to have met you. Take care hey." I walked away with my pregnant belly, tears falling; my own baby kicking to let me know she was hungry and growing.

I thought of the lady over time as my own child grew.
Meeting the lady, it grew gratitude for me - as a Mom, to always remember to be thankful for life and to love FIERCELY.

Life can be full of pain and our scars tell the story. But so do our smiles and light! So do the laughs we share even in our toughest times! They tell the world we are here, and we shine bright. Warriors share their fire by be-ing, by showing others how to be themselves; to show up, no matter how much time is left and in doing so, others can too πŸ”₯🧑
~mangus

The earth carries us.  Holds us. Nourishes us.  Any troubled mind or spirit, her medicines help us. Being (connected to)...
03/16/2026

The earth carries us. Holds us. Nourishes us. Any troubled mind or spirit, her medicines help us. Being (connected to) outside is solace because we know we are home πŸ’šπŸ’™πŸ’šπŸ’™
-mangus

Note: this was written in 2020 in the height of the Wet'suwet'en being all over the news. I invite you to watch 'Yintah'...
03/07/2026

Note: this was written in 2020 in the height of the Wet'suwet'en being all over the news. I invite you to watch 'Yintah' if you have never heard of it. It is still timely due to what I C E and all that is being waged on people because of how they look. Much respect to caring human beings and humanity folx.
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"Represent"

What does this represent?

The arm is brown. It is raised.

It's mind blowing to me at times what we can represent based on the pigment of our skin, where we grew up and beliefs we were taught. Really we aren't so different from one another biologically but based on skin colour, experiences can be quite different.

Some examples:
-being followed in a store. Normal to me. I teach my children to keep their hands out of their pockets when in a store & make sure to not bring in any toys that were bought in store previously, on another occasion. This includes jackets and anything that looks too new.

-awareness that many brown people in movies and on tv were invisible or portrayed as the help or 'lower than' in terms of wealth

-being told 'good for you' when sharing an accomplishment that might be expected of a person of wealth or average canadian (i.e. oh you are a teacher? Gooood for you! Oh you're married? Good for you! Oh you are a Manager? Good for you! Oh your children do well in sports? Good for you!)

-side remarks when talking of things like funding for housing or schooling. Having to defend and speak on behalf of all indigenous people to a class full of people or people turning to look at you when they say indigenous or first nations. Or look away when they say indian or residential school. Literally being expected to answer on behalf of 500plus distinct Nations who are all unique and have differing connections and beliefs ("but there are general similarities right?")

-being overlooked. I.e. At a camp of mainly non-indigenous being told I am doing something the wrong way. Or assuming the other person has looked at all options and if something won't work, it won't work no matter what I try. Very subtle at times but I can feel the disregarding of my opinion or expectation that I cannot know something if the other person of another race doesn't.

-micro aggressions: can be even more subtle. Some people appear friendly but they might say something 'just jokingly.' Or it's meant to make another feel 'less than' to ensure their own 'superiority.' I.e. "Oh! Your ______ is sooo intimidating!" *their smile that doesn't reach eyes* *continue working alongside but you can feel their competitiveness*

-joining a publicly advertised event or group. Arriving and being the only indigenous person. The expressions of people tell their welcome, discomfort, unwelcome, or seeing you as invisible. You make yourself fit in or know clearly You Do Not Fit In

-fashion advertising recently went multicultural. There are very few indigenous people represented. My colour and race are seen as having too many negative stereotypes. We are not 'popular culture.' And if an item connected to our culture is represented, it is likely ripped off of a hard working artist who gets no credit or in some cases, a whole nation's historically connected item gets absolutely no credit. There will never be retribution.

-being told over and over all my life how I don't pay taxes. Any time I step off the little reservation you better believe there is taxes paid on every single item under the sun.

-people being surprised if I have worked my whole life, as my parents have. Or assuming if I work, it must be at the Band Office. Seriously.

-people moving here for short amounts of time, immediately securing employment, and a home.

-people showing disgust at the smell of salmon. Culturally, this is so rude. (Had to throw in a PSA for the salmon, our lifeline)

The examples are literally endless. Endless. I hope people continue educating themselves... Ourselves. Themselves. Us and Them. At the end of the day I continue to go back to the basics of all human beings -water, food, shelter (love). (Water is life!)

It IS true. Many of my people have gone Without (waterfoodshelterlove)for decades while imposed systems have kept oppression at high levels. Not for lack of working hard! I know so many people who have worked themselves literally to death to help our Nations out of the mess. ...So if you see this brown arm, with hand raised up - if you have any kind of racist reaction internally, disgust or some feel fear, I hope you can pause - and consider even one of the above examples of human beings being disregarded, invisible or being made out to be a villain ("protestor (not protectors) are still being mischievious"). The cycles go on. You can disregard or be silent or show support.

I cry when I raise my arm like this in public. I cried (angry tears) when my kid (they/them) told me they sat down at high school during 'the anthem' and a teacher ran up to them and hissed in their face to Stand Up Now! With hatred on the teacher's face. (everyone was looking at my kid, so stand up they did)

So I ask you now, settlers or people of different colour - can you Stand Up Now?

Sincerely & with Much Love,
From a not popular, not favoured, an invisible - when many times you aren't. Your voice matters during a time when many are showing the racism that's always existed. Change is possible.

-mangus
β€οΈπŸ©·πŸ§‘πŸ€ŽπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ©΅πŸ’™πŸ’šπŸ’›

I was out walking and ... kept seeing, well, piles of crap πŸ€”I walked the loop multiple times and saw more and more piles...
03/06/2026

I was out walking and ... kept seeing, well, piles of crap πŸ€”
I walked the loop multiple times and saw more and more piles of dog doodoo. Then I thought "Look at this owner. Just leaves crap everywhere for others to deal with." I felt disgusted by this person. "There's another pile."
"There's anothhhher pile!"
Walkwalkwalk.
Frownfrownfrown.
[Zoom in and you can see 4 piles if you really want to. Did you even notice until I pointed them out & am going on and on about it?]
Anyway, I shook my head and said "Time to quit focussing on the c-r-a-p."
VoilΓ - *gasp!* - I noticed the p***y willows are popped out! Look at that! Such beauty ... (yes, right beside 'The Crap'.) (other beings crap πŸ˜„)

πŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™€οΈNow, why did I waste my precious moments?

🌱I still feel so so happy and excited to see familiar signs of the next season in life - noticeable shifts; inside and out, all with my own noggin and decision 🌱

~mangus



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What's your favourite food from the land or traditional knowledge? πŸ˜‹
03/06/2026

What's your favourite food from the land or traditional knowledge? πŸ˜‹


"The Inner Wise Be-ing"I feel uncomfortable not keeping busy at times.I've realized it's conditioning from trauma histor...
03/05/2026

"The Inner Wise Be-ing"

I feel uncomfortable not keeping busy at times.
I've realized it's conditioning from trauma history.
Our people had to stay in line. Obey.
Kneel. Stand. Sit. Obey.

Conditioning can look like:
-smiling and appearing amicable.
-speak when spoken to.
-don't show your true self because that's unacceptable and unwanted.
-don't rock the boat.
-do what's expected to be a good person.
-prove worth by doingdoingdoing what you are told.
-auto-teaching next generations how to remain safe.

We can be curious about core survival techniques and make shifts. I am no longer a small kid. I am older and have a middle-aged body. I am safe in so many ways.

My picture that showed itself to me was rows and rows (1000's upon thousands) of little kids kneeling with hands clasped and eyes looking down. Nothing they did was good enough. The big black long robes were always angry and mean. Those people are gone now. That time is gone now. It is today.

I smashed the stain glass windows. The kids stood up and started looking at one another. Witnessing one another, realizing they are free. The kids left the stone walls...or at minimum started running around, eventually started being loud, and even having fun. No going back now.
I burned the long black robes. Stripped from the weak and burned to cleanse into the air.

My free inner child? She has long hair that swishes because she skips around happy and free to be me. She dances. She loves her brown skin. She throws around hearts freely as the true inner loving wise being she is. She knows there is nothing wrong with her. She shares medicines with the older people who were hurt as kids. The kids in our families do that if we listen and unlearn. HIStory is done now.

~mangus





Do it 🀩Sharesies welcomed. Hands up to artists, writers, new facilitators, and the many people hustling to fund their li...
03/05/2026

Do it 🀩
Sharesies welcomed. Hands up to artists, writers, new facilitators, and the many people hustling to fund their life. Others who are creative simply for pure joy.
It can be hard to put yourself out there. AND art/creativity makes the world such an amazing place ❀️‍πŸ”₯

03/04/2026

"In-Her Peace"

You are responsible for your inner peace. It's hard at times. The reality is no one else can fill you, make you happy or make you angry or feeling awful. It's an inside job.

When I feel like crap, I go for a walk. I feed myself good food. I reach out to say hello to a friend. I clean. I take time just for me. I go to sleep or watch silly videos to try to laugh.

We can set boundaries and have agreements with people. We don't own other people. Just as they have no control over us.

It's very difficult to have a bad day. I encourage you to shine that light on yourself for awhile.

"Anger is a normal part of life.
It's not okay to hurt others, to hurt yourself or property/things." My Mom had this sign up in her house for decades. My kids have it memorized even though she took the poster down the last couple of years. It's an agreement she asks for in her home and with people she loves.

You can do it. Hug yourself. Cry if you need to. Dust yourself off and get going. Living your best life.
For your day and spirit 🀎 we only have right now!
You are worth your own happiness!

Ps. This isn't directed to anyone specifically. I know people have crappy days. Sharing to encourage.
To normalize that a crappy moment or feeling or day is part of life. And as an individual we have the actions and will to care for the self.
And so many are grieving. It's hard to feel such big emotions and decide over n over to not take it out on others.
Take care hey...
🀎🀎🀎🀎🀎
🩷🩢🩷🩢
~mangus
December 2024



"Bye, mean snuffalufagus"The Big Tired just sits like a big funny looking snuffalufagus.  It has curved fangs and blinks...
03/03/2026

"Bye, mean snuffalufagus"

The Big Tired just sits like a big funny looking snuffalufagus. It has curved fangs and blinks stupidly.
I acknowledge its existence and place it in a green bottle. A lemon bottle πŸ˜–. I wrap it in barbed wire and it is gently placed in a big tree with drippy branches that can hold it in its shade. It sits (comfortably)
..and I can turn and gently spin and feel my poncho swoosh and the gentle wooshes feel nice on my wrist and hands. The earth is such a beautiful brown and the sun keeps shining. My body is about 11 or 12 years old. I am cute and chubby. My hair is simple and free. I sit and drink a lemonade with a slice of ginger in it (make that lemonade). My granny flies by to check on me 😌 She is busy working away but flies by to check in. She rains hearts down to me to make me laugh and feel great love. I am calm and free.

~mangus
2021



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