: About Me

My writing has always been a kind of therapy for me. I am very passionate about human rights, spirituality and helping others to deal with trauma.
I have written poetry, short stories and I keep journals which often turn into my muse.
I love to meet new and interesting people to have great conversation with.
I am a Metis woman (french/cree)the native way of honoring Mother Earth and all connected to Her is a way of life for me.
Much of what I write comes from my own life experience, I write truthfully and with gut level honesty so that I may help another who is in distress.
You may be wondering why I have changed my pen name more than once. It is because I write very honestly about my life and I want to protect the forgiven..so I came up with the name Cypress Riel in honor of my ancestors.

It is my hope that in finding my healing, I can now help others to heal.

My passion is ...

Writing! and spending time outdoors with my family

I know too much about ...

I am always open to learn more, therefor I truly do not know much

My parents always told me ...

I am too sensitive (I have learned to love my sensitivity)

My childhood ambition ...

To be a scientist and writer

My favorite memory ...

Is when my children were born

Why I write ...

It's a calling and a passion

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The Path Of The Dreamhealer...the quantum world of energy healing. Still Luvn Planet Earth...and singing tooo....Cheryl Crow.

My first job ...

delivering papers..I was 8

My best moment ...

Getting an A- on my mid-term calculas test (at age 45)

My inspiration ...

Connection with Spirit,.. my love for humanity and my hope for helping others to heal from the trauma in their own lives.

Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Racism

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A man was yelling " Get off the street you black bitch!" he was visabily upset and I turned around to see who he was yelling at. No one, not one person was on the street except for me. I almost started to laugh. He couldn't be meaning to yell at me? Then, he made eye contact and I knew for sure that he was indeed, yelling at me. Fear gripped me so hard that I began to shake and almost broke out into a run. Get me off this street, out of this man's way please! I had come up against racism many times in my life but this was the first time someone had spoken to me with so much hatred. I am no...

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