Sunday, October 4, 2009

5-22-06

Mama,
I talked to the guy running this yard about all that crap that was happening over in Buckeye. He said not to worry about it and to f*** those guys. He said a circle isn’t supposed to be run that way. He sent word over for that guy to get smashed. I thought I told you about this in my last letter. I guess not. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. You do make me feel like I still have someone to care for me out there! :) I love you! I miss you too! I wish I could have spent your birthday and Mom’s day with you. :) When I’m out we’ll have to make those lost days up! That is a promise!

I’m glad you had fun on your birthday thought. You deserve some time away from work and worries. It’s nice to hear about you becoming the little bird that doesn’t stress on where your worm comes form. :) I love you!

Yesterday was the official day making my incarceration a whole 3 years. It’s so weird to have been away from you for that long. It doesn’t really feel that long, but then again, it does. Everything is different; everything has changed. Oh well. I guess it is good, because I have changed as well (for the better) :) You have too! I can tell trough your words how much importance you have taken off of worrying. :) It’s not a bad thing. It is just like your understanding and putting to use “go with the flow”. :) I’m proud of all of your accomplishments. You might not think they are many. You have done more than you realize and everything you have done has laid the ground for your future. I was watching all of these people graduate from college on t.v.. I remember when you got your degree an how proud everyone was of you. When they called your name and you walked to get your diploma in your gown I said, “that is MY Mama!”

The other day, I was at lodge and no one else was singing. Everyone was just sitting around listening to me. It felt so normal. Two other guys were drumming. I had a rattle. Everyone was just watching me, listening. This went on for like an hour. I think this was something I was meant to do- not just now but later on. One day, I’ll sing you my songs. It’s been so long now; I know a lot. It just felt so right, it’s hard to explain.

I’m kind of nervous, right now. They are doing all of this rearranging, I guess they are turning this side of the yard into a 3 yard and turning the other side into a 4. But those other guys are over there and they are going to bring some of them over there and they are going to bring some of them over here and us there. I don’t know if I’m officially a 3 yet or not either way there’s going to be trouble.

I’m sad about this becoming a 3 yard. I was hoping to leave here shortly, but it must not be in the stars. It would be nice if trouble couldn’t find me and I could stay on a 3 yard – pray for me.

They will start the move tomorrow. This place will start serving lunch again on Wed. and the new store then as well. I want to be part of this lower custody yard and be able to live in peace with out worry. Maybe though- I’m hoping so.

I’m listening to the Hopi radio station right now. It comes in sort of statically, but it is cool. It’s nice to hear. They play all kind of music in the mornings, they play all kind of music in the mornings. They play all kind of music in the mornings. They play katchina songs mixed with pow-wow songs mixed with pow-wow songs, techno, a little reggae and chicken scratch :) They speak in Hopi a lot. Something about it makes me feel comforted. It’s like being in Soho’s house or something like that.

I think Mom and Papa will be disappointed to hear about this becoming a 3 yard. It’s so far away from the valley and them. :) But eventually something will happen – maybe? :)

I love you Mama! I am missing you as always. I hope you feel my love and prayers. I need to write down and couple songs for these guys, so they can learn. I need to do this drawing for my neighbor and this chief I also need to write Mom and Martin back. But I’m not motivated today -nerves I think. My eye has been twitching all crazily too. – Nerves. At least that is what I keep telling myself- hopefully. :)

I’m glad I have you to talk to and write. :)I was sot down for the barber job. So I had to file a grievance. But I’m not holding my breath. So, if I stay here I will be putting in for a teacher’s aide or a library clerk.

This guy’s a teacher’s aide right now. But he is definitely going to other side so he recommended me for the job. She said to just have me put in an application. But there’s no point if I am not staying, you know?

Oh well! I love you mama and miss you! One day I will be eating your lemon meringue pie; even if it is nasty I won’t complain.

Hopefully my next letter will have less eye twitching and be stress free! I love you Mama and I can feel your prayers and though they were hugs. I will write you tomorrow and let you know what happened.

I love you,

Charlie

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