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Hand woven rug made by 90 years old Elder Alice Begay, of the Navajo" Nation.
25/04/2024

Hand woven rug made by 90 years old Elder Alice Begay, of the Navajo" Nation.

Blackfeet territory, Glacier National parkBoth photos from Hyrum Brave Rock
23/04/2024

Blackfeet territory, Glacier National park
Both photos from Hyrum Brave Rock

LET'S WISH THIS LITTLE ANGEL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY
22/04/2024

LET'S WISH THIS LITTLE ANGEL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Mary Louise Defender-Wilson was born near the rural town of Shields, North Dakota, where she now lives on the Standing R...
21/04/2024

Mary Louise Defender-Wilson was born near the rural town of Shields, North Dakota, where she now lives on the Standing Rock (Sioux) Indian Reservation. She is primarily Dakotah Sioux, though a grandmother was Hidatsa. Her tribal name is Wagmuhawin -- Gourd Woman.
Defender-Wilson was born into a family of storytellers. The first story she remembers hearing was the tale of how the Dakotah culture hero Stone Boy was tricked out of his fancy clothes by Unktomi (Spider Man), a trickster figure. By the time she was in fifth grade, she was telling stories to her classmates. "Sometimes I got off the beaten path, but everyone laughed, especially at the Spider Man stories," she recalled.
The stories taught that people came to Earth in animal form and had a lot to learn in order to live in harmony with others. Many stories also related to the land. "We lived by gardening and as sheep herders," she said. "We would follow along with the Old Ones and the dogs who tended the sheep. We could walk all over the land. There were no fences, and Grandfather would tell us about the rock formations, hills, streams and buttes we came across." Double Woman Hill west of Shields, for instance, takes its name from a mythical being who appears in dreams and is linked to artistry, design, and industriousness.
Defender-Wilson's personal story is as compelling as the traditional tales she tells. A tall, physically attractive woman, she was once named Miss Indian America. She held administrative jobs with Indian-related government agencies and struggled with the issue of her identity. In 1976, she returned to the reservation, having realized that forcing herself to assimilate into white culture would be a form of su***de. For several years in the 1980s, she taught tribal culture and language at Fort Yates Community College.
She has taught Dakotah storytelling through the North Dakota Council on the Arts Traditional Arts Apprenticeship Program, given lecture demonstrations throughout the region and educated teachers in Dakotah-Hidatsa storytelling and culture. She has produced a radio program to teach the Siouan language and to promote the intellectual value of traditional knowledge.
Defender-Wilson has been widely recognized for her accomplishments, serving as a board member for Arts Midwest, the North Dakota Council on the Arts, and the North Dakota Centennial Commission. For her, though, the reward is not the public recognition but knowing the value of her stories and teaching them to others. "The entire life I've come through so far with our stories has helped me relate to, communicate with, and respect other people because I relate to, communicate with, and respect my own culture." The power of stories, she said, illustrates that "history is always there- - you're standing there dragging all these things behind you."

Love this!! ❤️
19/04/2024

Love this!! ❤️

Dear Heavenly Creator, protect our sisters🌻  ♥️🪶
18/04/2024

Dear Heavenly Creator, protect our sisters🌻
♥️🪶

We all mourn as an Indigenous Nation for Cole Brings Plenty.His story has triggered something in our DNA.Memories held h...
16/04/2024

We all mourn as an Indigenous Nation for Cole Brings Plenty.
His story has triggered something in our DNA.
Memories held hidden away, tucked and trapped deep inside of our cells…memories of hair being cut without permission.
We feel the gut wrenching feeling of violation, pain, and the emptiness of our ancestors experiencing this.
We don’t know all the facts that happened that night. All we know is that a young man who had his hair cut without permission, with so much potential in life… is no longer here. We have all shed tears for the loss of a young brother, a son, a friend, relative, fellow Indigenous brother.
For those who don’t understand. Our hair is a part of our power. It holds a part of our spirit. It’s our identity, holds our memories, it’s a part of us.
Many of our tribes have known this for thousands of years. And specifically for our Lakota people, we only historically cut it when we were grieving the loss of a loved one.
Collectively on Friday afternoon, I could sense the sadness of our Indigenous People who were following his story, hoping and praying for a different outcome than the one received.
Our memories in our DNA were triggered, feeling the hurt for him, and the tens of thousands of our children prior who had their hair cut.
I remember hearing the news, minutes before giving my final presentation for the Burnsville, Minnesota school district. My stomach was in knots, my heart hurt.
All prior presentations in these two days leading up to that moment were on my children’s book “Thunder’s Hair.” I teach kids and educators about our teachings of our hair, about being proud of who you are, about accepting everyone for who they are, about handling bullying, about being a warrior.
But in those moments before I was to start my last presentation. I couldn’t.
I already knew I would cry in front of these kids.
Panicked, I opted to do my first book “Peta Shows Misun the Light.” A book of why our world is the way it is. A book that teaches compassion, remembering our own light, helping others remember theirs, and also of forgiveness. 🥺
It helped me process through the news.
In that moment I knew that the loss of his life, as painful as it is, had brought people together of many walks of life.
It brought a sense of mourning for mothers, fathers, grandparents everywhere, but also a sense of knowing we will acknowledge Cole, and the many struggles of our ancestors as we encourage and teach our Indigenous children the teachings of our hair. Teachings that were powerful and meant to survive but were attempted to be stripped away. Teachings that they tried to burn and bury with our culture and identity.
Cole did this for our people. His loss, as painful as it is for many, will also be remembered for awakening these DNA 🧬 memories and teachings of how important our hair and spirit are.
I hope that his spirit is free and that he knows he leaves a world behind of many awakened relatives that will continue to go back to our original teachings.
Picture credit: AI picture created by the talented Indi Go Go and shared with permission from Hope Bringsplenty. ✨❤️🙏🏽

Beaded Horses. ❤
15/04/2024

Beaded Horses. ❤

The only reason Natives visit is to do this. 🦅🪶
14/04/2024

The only reason Natives visit is to do this. 🦅🪶

Beautiful native American young ladies beautiful dresses❤️❤️❤️
13/04/2024

Beautiful native American young ladies beautiful dresses❤️❤️❤️

Good, the bison 🦬 is winning♥️
12/04/2024

Good, the bison 🦬 is winning♥️

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