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" … Continue reading Homelands
My identity as an Indigenous person has been a struggle for me. Read on if you'd like to find out why I sometimes have trouble identifying myself as Metis. As I've discussed before, identifying yourself is one of the very first things you do when you are participating in an event, class or workshop within the … Continue reading Why I Hesitate to Call Myself Metis
My tattoo is: ᑭᔮᒼ (kiyâm) It means: oh well, it's okay, never mind, think nothing of it, so much for this, anyway, rather, let it be, let there be no further delay, please, let's go then, do so, quietly. This word has a very personal meaning to me, which is why I decided to give myself … Continue reading Cree Word of the Week: Nov. 28
This week's word is: ᐃᓯᔨᐦᑳᓱᐤ (isiyihkâsow) This word means "he/she is named/called" I thought this was an important phrase since we talked about names in yesterday's post.