I am writing this from a layover in Anchorage before my direct flight to Portland. I am excited to perform at the Portland Institute of Contemporary Art with my collaborator, Aqqalu Berthlesen. He will arrive to Portland tomorrow.
The norm when I travel is that I tend to overpack, and this brief trip for five days is no exception. I have a huge tote and a normal sized large suitcase (my late grandfather's suitcase) and a cute carry roll-on and a traditional drum. I have brand new gold tennis shoes that are in my carry on, as they had just arrived moments before I was whisked to the airport by Lee, of Anne and Lee. They are the ones who watch one of my doggies when I travel and when I am focused on work.
The only thing I left behind were my noise cancelling headphones. Also, I was a little short on accessories this trip, so I brought supplies to make my one, if there is time.
I am excited to see people. I am excited to eat food and to take a bath in a bathtub, as I haven't had access to a bath tub in Fairbanks, once in awhile I have access.
I am excited to perform and to laugh and dream and be a human being in Portland with the rest of the First Nations Performing Artists convening folks and the Decolonization track folks.
Oh, the ones who have been waiting for me to write again, for me to bounce back up again. I am back. I am unapologetically myself, and I send all of you waves of peace and love.
Allison Akootchook Warden