Guest Blogger: Waabshki-Nika

Hello, April's readers. Liz here. As some of you might remember from my comments before, I was undecided about whether to let any of you know my spirit name, and I certainly wasn't going to reveal it here on April's blog. But then I thought about it for a while and changed my mind. This is a matter of justice, or trying to fix a terrible injustice perpetrated against me, by my sadistic brother Michael. Somehow, and I don't know how, he got to Jesse. I don't know if it was something direct, or if he somehow hacked into those spirit waves that noble natives get when they have important dreams that do things like reveal spirit names, but either way, he's found a way to infect my life! And I didn't want to take the chance of having April write about this and possibly louse it up with her teenspeak and loose approach to facts (at times).

You see, I had just loaded up my plate at that feast being held in my honour, and I was contemplating thinking really hard about my spirit name, Waabshki-Nika. I thought, "'White Goose.' It means, 'I'll always return.'" Then I sat down next to Jesse, who was already digging into his meal, and I said, "Thank you for my name, Jesse. It's beautiful." Jesse told me, "When Mr. Crane said you should have a spirit name, I hoped that I would be the one it would come to. Then, I had a dream... And I knew your name would either be 'Waabshki-Nika' ... Or ... 'Kaad-Gnebig Njnaamod'." When I asked him "What does that mean?" little did I expect the response that made my throat clench, my stomach drop down into my lap, and my blood turn icy: "Lizard Breath." You could have knocked me over with a feather, April! With a feather! Never did I expect to hear that dreaded taunt, devised by our heinous brother all those year ago, coming from the innocent voice of Jesse Mukwa! It nearly ruined my evening! All those miles away, Michael nearly ruined my night, somehow, and I really want to get to the bottom of this.

I am so angry just thinking about this, that I have to stop now and rebottle that anger again, like Mom taught me. I'm going to do some of my deep-breathing exercises and will comment again later after I calm down.

Take care,

Elizabeth/Waabshki-Nika