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03/06/2026

This is a picture of Standing Holy, who is listed as Sitting Bull's daughter. It brings to mind the traditional Oceti Ŝakowiŋ style of parenting. The first time that Sitting Bull traveled and observed non-Native people spanking their children, he was shocked.
There was never a need to continually scold a child, belittle them, or strike them. They cuddled their children from birth to about seven because they believed crying wasn't good for children.
Often, if a child did not stop crying, some grandmothers would cry along with them to help them get over whatever had made them sad.
At an early age, they begin to take on the responsibility of their clothing and bedding. Our people traveled with the buffalo and had to be mobile. By the age of 10, most of our children knew how to take care of the materials needed for travel.
Love, teaching, structure, and community raised our children.
Colonization tells us that physical discipline helps shape our children and turn our boys into men. Yet, without ever being spanked, we produced the greatest warriors that ever walked this land.
Our lifeways and ceremonies through the different stages of life were more valuable than anything colonization offered

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01/27/2026

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01/26/2026

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01/26/2026

If you white men had never come here, this country would still be like it was. It would be all pure here. You call it wild, but it wasn’t really wild, it was free. Animals aren’t wild, they’re just free. And that’s the way we were. You called us wild, you called us savages. But we were just free! If we were savages, Columbus would never have gotten off the island alive.
Our religion is all about thanking the Creator. That’s what we do when we pray. We don’t ask Him for things. We thank Him. We thank Him for the world and every animal and plant in it. We thank Him for everything that exists. We don’t take it for granted that a tree is just there. We thank the Creator for that tree. If we don’t thank Him, maybe the Creator’ll take that tree away... We are made from Mother Earth and we go back to Mother Earth. We can’t “own” Mother Earth. We’re just visiting here. We’re the Creator’s guests."
Quote: Leon Shenandoah, — former “Tadodaho” of the Grand Council of the Six Nations Iroquois Confederacy.

01/14/2026

Under the Old Sun
Walk where the earth
remains honest.
The elders say
strength is a quiet pact
between your breath
and all that lives.
Stand with compassion.
Let no fear
shape your steps.
The bear moves beside you—
steady,
unrushed,
carrying the weight
of many winters.
From him
learn patience.
From him
learn resolve.
Remember those
who walked before,
who held the world
with gentle hands
yet did not break.
In the wide silence
between your footfall
and his,
wisdom endures.
Go forward,
firm in spirit,
soft in heart—
so the next generation
will know
what true strength is.

01/14/2026

I will share this one photo. The rest will slowly post just want to savor this moment.

01/09/2026

She was hunted across the desert, her people starving, the cavalry closing in with rifles and hunger for blood. Then, in 1880, Lozen—warrior, prophet, and sister of Victorio—did the unthinkable: she led the last of the Apache through miles of burning land, with no food, no water, and soldiers at every turn. Born near the Black Range Mountains, Lozen was more than a fighter—she was a seer, said to feel the direction of the enemy just by lifting her hands to the wind. Her courage wasn’t forged in battle, but in the endless struggle to keep her people alive.
It wasn’t just a flight from death; it was a march of defiance. Lozen rode with mothers, children, and the wounded, guiding them through canyons and across rivers swollen with rain. When they were surrounded, she fought beside the men, her rifle steady, her resolve unshaken. She carried a child on her back, prayed between gunfire, and still found strength to lead. Each mile she bought with blood and endurance, her faith the only map she trusted. Even when hope thinned to dust, she never stopped riding.
When she was finally captured, the Army thought her spirit would break. But Lozen’s legend didn’t die behind prison walls. Among her people, she became the echo of survival itself—a woman who defied the empire that tried to erase her, who rode through fire for the ones who couldn’t. Her story asks the same question that haunts every survivor of the frontier: how far would you go to protect those you love????