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💜🩵🦅White Bear Eagle Woman🦅🩵💜
Finally found the time to paint my drum, I’ve also put my spirit name on it ☺️
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THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE | ASEN
an efficient but unwilling machine of perpetual motion.
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EDIT: Apologies! The first image I made for this had the date wrong. it's fixed now, so please reblog this version. Thank you! Hello Tumblr
The Old Man's Lazy // Peter Blue Cloud
I heard the Indian agent say, has no pride, no get up and go. Well, he came out here and walked around my place, that agent. Steps all thru the milkweed and curing wormwood; tells me my place is overgrown and should be made use of. The old split cedar fence stands at many angles, and much of it lies on the ground like a curving sentence of stick writing. An old language, too, black with age, with different shades of green of moss and lichen. He always says he understands us Indians, and why don't I fix the fence at least; so I took some fine hawk feathers fixed to a miniature woven shield and hung this from an upright post near the house. came by last week and looked all around again, eyed the feathers for along time He didn't say anything, and he didn't smile even, or look within himself for the hawk. Maybe sometime I'll tell him that the fence isn't mine to begin with, but was put up by the white guy who used to live next door. It was years ago. He built a cabin, then put up the fence. He only looked at me once after his fence was up, he nodded at me as if to show that he knew I was here, I guess. It was a pretty fence, enclosing that guy, and I felt lucky to be on the outside of it. Well that guy dug holes all over his place, looking for gold, and I guess he never found any. I watched him grow old for over twenty years, and bitter, I could feel his anger all over the place. And that's when I took to leaving my place to do a lot of visiting. Then one time I came home and knew he was gone for good. My children would always ask me why I didn't move to town and be closer to them. Now they tell me I'm lucky to be living way out here And they bring their children and come out and visit me, and I can feel that they want to live out here too, but can't for some reason, do it. Each day a different story is told me by the fence, the rain and wind and snow, the sun and moon shadows, this wonderful earth, this Creation. I tell my grandchildren many of these stories, perhaps this too is one of them
This Indigenous Peoples Day, I am on Catawba land and newly aware that I am a descendant of the Turtle clan of the Lenape.
I honor my ancestors whose culture was hidden and erased from their descendents in order to ensure our survival. I honor the land they cultivated, lived on, and loved. I recommit myself to learning how to care for Nerthus, mother Earth, I dedicate myself to the fight for protection of our water and the healing of our planet.
Land back is the only way forward.
High resolution 12” x 18” poster of Indigenous Ojibwe activist, Dennis Banks. Banks co-founded the American Indian Movement (A.I.M.) and helped lead the revolutionary reclamation/occupation of Wounded Knee in 1973. Banks dedicated his life to Indigenous rights, sovereignty, decolonization, environmental justice, and creating awareness to the injustices faced by millions of Indigenous Peoples. As with all our posters, feel liberated to print out & wheatpaste at will!
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I uncovered new neat genealogy information the day before yesterday that made me both incredibly sad and incredibly excited. It seems that in the 1700s, I have a great-grandmother who was a member of the Turtle clan of the Lenape nation, indigenous to the area that is now New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, Delaware, that general area.
They were a matriarchy, or at least, inheritance was matrilineal. The Lenni Lenape were divided into Clan groups that were further divided into family groups, each with their own specific name. A child would become part of their mother's clan. Your mother's oldest brother would be the most important man in your life, rather than your father -- as your father would be from a different clan and your Uncle would be a born member of your birth clan.
A very smart and interesting hunting trick they had was to grind up chestnuts and put them into the water where they were going to fish. The chestnuts poisoned the fish, making them dizzy and slow, which made them easier to catch. Because of their techniques, they were able to support a much larger population than other nearby nations at the time.
I cannot wait to learn more and honor my Turtle ancestors. As I read about them, I could feel my ancestors' energy buzzing around me with joy and excitement at my finally having found our connection. It is distant and small, but it is a flame I will carefully nurture and protect.
#Oneida
