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Well, Thank You!

A few weeks ago I was nominated for the Liebster Award by Laketra BFF. If you’ve got a moment go and check her out! I love the positivity of her blog and also the fact that she feels so supportive of my social work ambitions even through the internet. Thank you so much! And sorry it took so long to get back to you.

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Iconic Photos of Indigenous Movements

There are some photos or artworks that everyone has seen. Whether it is because they perfectly capture an emotion or inspire a movement, these photos are the ones that stick out in people’s minds. Some examples of the kinds of photos are The Migrant Mother or The Afghan Girl.

In this post, I would like to talk about some of the iconic photos of Canada’s Indigenous people and give a brief overview of their context as well as their lasting impact on me personally. Read more below!

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Spiritually Homeless

I do not live where I was meant to,

where my ancestors cared for lands,

just as the lands cared for them too.

I do not live in a place, shaped by creator’s hands.

I do not live where I was born to,

where my parents happened to be,

when their love was new.

I do not live in the place that created me.

Instead, I allow my roots to grow,

down into cracked sidewalk concrete,

and yet, somehow, I know,

I do not feel at home in city streets.

Instead, I let my roots live

with the souls of people who resemble me,

and if I have some space to give,

I know in their hearts, my home, will be.

(In response to my earlier poem homelands, if that poem is how things are supposed to be, then this is how they actually are. To me, spiritually homeless is to be disconnected from the land you originate from. However, there is hope for making a new spiritual home in our connections with others. )

Homelands

There is something beautiful about,

being able to sink bare toes into dark soil

from which your ancestors sprout,

and feel their embedded spirits broil.

Something captivates you when

you can look above to the same stars

that were gazed upon by your kin

and you can feel in your soul “this land is ours”

The river water that fuels you

is the same that nourished

all of those ancestors through

their lives and they flourished.

There is something beautiful in

living life in your traditional place

and when your time on land has been,

your spirit rests in your ancestors’ space

The Astral Plains

welcome to the astral plains

where the people of my nation have the reigns

and the authority

to act with disdain and superiority

but we will not

because unlike YOU, we thought

about how our actions

could leave land, languages and cultures in fractions

so instead

on the astral plains, we tread

so gently

and consequently

ALL cultures, languages and land

are treated with a kind hand.

a sci-fi paradise

not built on anyone’s sacrifice

via Daily Prompt: Astral

Real Talk

self-love and acceptance through honest conversations about identity

Erica DeCima

Once a foster child, Always a foster child

EGO TO ECO

Environmental Justice | Indigenous Rights