When i first began this blog in 2005 i chose the title Deep Waters, and now i live in a town called Oromocto which means Deep River.
"Before the white man came, Oromocto was used by the Indians as a camping and burial ground. The word Oromocto has its origin from the Indian word WEL—A—MOOK—TOOK. Its meaning has several versions but the most commonly known are deep river or good river for navigation by canoe." The Oromocto River is behind me. http://www.oromocto.ca/generalOneCol/jpage/1/p/InterestingFacts/content.do
"Before the white man came, Oromocto was used by the Indians as a camping and burial ground. The word Oromocto has its origin from the Indian word WEL—A—MOOK—TOOK. Its meaning has several versions but the most commonly known are deep river or good river for navigation by canoe." The Oromocto River is behind me. http://www.oromocto.ca/generalOneCol/jpage/1/p/InterestingFacts/content.do
This is where we live now, and since my last entry in 2007 my name has changed to Mrs. Sprunger, I have taught in the Intercultural Studies department, i have family in Switzerland, i no longer live in Alberta and i am realising my self confidence and worth is tied up in what i do.
I felt rather important as the Administrative Assistant to the Dean,
As a lecturer at college and a homeowner,
As a single self made lady
Who moved and settled in a new country
Away from familiar and family
And as a pious/devout christian.
Now i am none of these
And i am shaken.
I am a housewife with a part-time job.
I am profoundly shaken.
Now my identity is tied up with Mr. Sprunger's.
My bragging rights are his.
I cook and clean for Us.
My home is Ours, my space is Ours.
When i want alone time it's away from him.
My frequent apologies are to him
My money is Ours.
My future plans involve him.
My God seems different and i am confused,
Who is my Spiritual head? God or Mr. Sprunger?
I am a housewife with a part-time job...
What in the world does that mean?
