Month: May 2024

Heal Our Lands

Healing for Our Nations

Heal, oh ancient lands, Where whispers of ancestors linger, Where rivers remember stories untold, And the earth cradles both sorrow and strength.

Beneath the cedar’s embrace, we seek solace, As drumbeats echo across time, Resonating with the heartbeat of the land, Calling forth healing winds.

The eagle soars, wings outstretched, Carrying prayers to the Great Spirit, Seeking restoration for wounds unseen, For the scars etched into our collective memory.

The fire dances, casting shadows on the tipi, Gathering souls around its warmth, Weaving threads of resilience, Stitching together the fabric of our existence.

The children, oh, the children, Their laughter like medicine, Their eyes reflecting the promise of tomorrow, As they dance on sacred ground.

The elders, keepers of wisdom, Their voices like ancient cedar, Speak truths that echo through valleys, Guiding us toward reconciliation.

The drum, heartbeat of the land, Pounds in unison with our pulse, Calling forth healing songs, Uniting us in rhythm and purpose.

The land, scarred yet resilient, Bears witness to our journey, Its soil absorbing tears and prayers, Roots reaching deep, seeking renewal.

Heal, oh ancient lands, For the spirits of the past and future, For the generations yet unborn, For the weaving of our fractured tapestry.

Divine tears are being shed for you, Heal, oh nations, heal.

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An Ode to Creativity…

Inkwell Whispers

In the quiet chambers of the mind, Where shadows dance and moonbeams unwind, There lies a sacred well, deep and wide, Where ink flows freely, and dreams collide.

Creativity, the muse’s tender kiss, Awakens dormant stars, ignites abyss. From the chasms of doubt, it springs forth, A symphony of colors, a canvas rebirth.

The Quill, a faithful companion true, Its nib dipped in stardust, skies’ own hue, Scribbles secrets whispered by ancient trees, Unfurling galaxies, unraveling mysteries.

Verse by verse, the poet weaves, Threads of moonlight, dew-kissed leaves, Ink spills like constellations across the night, A celestial dance, a cosmic flight.

Painters, with palettes dipped in dawn, Capture sunsets, memories drawn, Brushstrokes of passion, hues untamed, On canvas, they etch eternity’s name.

Architects, dreamers of spires and spines, Build castles from whispers, bridges of rhymes, Their blueprints etched in starlight’s glow, Foundations laid on hope’s soft echo.

Musicians, magicians of sound, Pluck heartstrings, weave melodies profound, Their notes, like raindrops on thirsty earth, Quench souls, awaken dormant mirth.

Dancers, limbs spun from zephyr’s breath, Leap through time, defy gravity’s death, Their bodies tell stories, a kinetic spell, In rhythm, they find heaven and hell.

Scientists, alchemists of thought, Mix equations, molecules sought, Their laboratories echo with wonder, As they distill truth from lightning and thunder.

And you, dear seeker of realms unseen, With parchment and passion, a vessel keen, Dip your quill into the well’s midnight ink, Write galaxies into existence, let your spirit link.

For creativity is the alchemy of the soul, A bridge between worlds, a compass, a goal, In its dance, we find purpose, magic, and grace, In the inkwell whispers, we discover our place.

May your creativity flow like an eternal river, dear writer! 🌟🖋️✨

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What Is Friendship?

Friendship is a beautiful bond that transcends mere acquaintance. It’s a connection that weaves hearts together, creating a tapestry of shared moments, laughter, and understanding. Here are some aspects of friendship:

  1. Trust: Friends confide in each other, knowing their secrets are safe. Trust is the foundation of any lasting friendship.
  2. Support: Friends lift each other up during challenging times. Whether it’s a shoulder to cry on or a cheerleader during victories, friends provide unwavering support.
  3. Empathy: True friends listen without judgment. They understand your feelings, even when words fail.
  4. Shared Interests: Friends bond over common interests—whether it’s a love for music, books, sports, or art. These shared passions create lasting memories.
  5. Laughter: Friends share inside jokes, silly moments, and laughter that echoes through the years. Laughter is the glue that binds them.
  6. Acceptance: Friends embrace each other’s quirks and flaws. They celebrate uniqueness and accept imperfections.
  7. Time: Friendship grows with time spent together. Whether it’s late-night conversations or lazy afternoons, shared time deepens the connection.
  8. Kindness: Acts of kindness—small or grand—define friendship. A thoughtful gesture can brighten someone’s day.
  9. Forgiveness: Friends forgive mistakes and misunderstandings. They recognize that nobody is perfect.
  10. Unconditional Love: True friendship is love without conditions. It’s a treasure that enriches our lives.

So cherish your friends—they’re the stars that light up your life’s sky. 🌟❤️

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Walking In The Light

Walking in the Light

In the quiet hours before dawn, when the world still slumbered, there existed a path unlike any other. It was not paved with cobblestones or marked by signposts. Instead, it shimmered—a ribbon of ethereal radiance that wound through ancient forests, across moon-kissed meadows, and over star-strewn hills.

Those who stumbled upon this path were drawn to its luminous glow. They came seeking answers, solace, or perhaps a glimpse of something greater than themselves. Some were burdened by heavy hearts, while others carried dreams like fragile lanterns.

The path had no name, yet those who walked it knew its purpose: to lead them toward truth, awakening, and transformation. Here, the ordinary became extraordinary. Shadows whispered secrets, and dew-kissed leaves sang forgotten melodies. The air held promises—of healing, forgiveness, and redemption.

The first traveler was an old man, bent with the weight of years. His eyes, clouded by time, could no longer discern colors or contours. But as he stepped onto the path, a warmth enveloped him. He felt the sun’s embrace, even on the coldest days. His heart opened, and he forgave those who had wronged him. In that light, he found peace.

Next came a young woman—a poet with ink-stained fingers. She sought inspiration, words that would ignite hearts and kindle hope. As she walked, verses flowed from her like a river. She wrote of love, loss, and the fragile beauty of existence. Her poems became lanterns for others, guiding them through their own darkness.

A child followed, wide-eyed and curious. She skipped along the path, chasing fireflies that danced in the moonlight. To her, the light was magic—a bridge between worlds. She whispered secrets to the stars, and they twinkled in response. She believed that every step held wonder, and so it did.

And then there was the skeptic—a man of science and reason. He scoffed at the path’s glow, dismissing it as mere illusion. But as he walked, equations rearranged themselves in his mind. He glimpsed the interconnectedness of all things—the dance of particles, the symphony of atoms. He realized that light was both particle and wave, and so was he.

As seasons turned, more joined the pilgrimage. Some carried burdens—grief, regret, unspoken confessions. Others carried lanterns of joy, sharing laughter and stories. They met at crossroads, where choices awaited. Should they continue forward, or turn back to the familiar darkness?

The path held no judgment. It flowed onward, inviting them to trust. And so, they stepped into the light, their footsteps echoing through eternity.

Dear reader, perhaps you, too, stand at the threshold. The path awaits—an invitation to walk in the light. It is not about certainty or dogma; it is about wonder, curiosity, and the courage to explore. For in that luminous journey, we discover our own brilliance—the spark that connects us to the cosmos.

So take a breath, lift your eyes, and step onto the path. Let its radiance guide you. And remember: walking in the light is not about avoiding shadows—it’s about illuminating them, revealing their hidden beauty, and finding our way home.

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Overcoming The Fear of Change

Title: “Embracing the Unknown”

Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Elara. She was known for her love of routines and predictability. Every morning, she followed the same path to the village square, greeted the same neighbors, and sipped her tea at the same corner café.

But change was brewing in the air. The village elders spoke of a mystical forest beyond the hills—a place where magic whispered through ancient trees, promising transformation. Elara had heard the tales, but fear held her back. What if she lost the comfort of her familiar routines? What if the forest changed her too much?

One crisp autumn morning, curiosity tugged at Elara’s heart. She donned her worn boots, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and set off toward the hills. The leaves crunched underfoot, and the wind carried whispers of adventure. As she reached the forest’s edge, sunlight filtered through the canopy, illuminating a path that seemed to beckon her forward.

Elara hesitated. The fear of the unknown clung to her like dew on morning grass. But then she remembered her grandmother’s words: “Change is the heartbeat of life. Embrace it, my dear.”

With a deep breath, Elara stepped into the forest. The air smelled of pine and possibility. She encountered a babbling brook, its water crystal clear. “Change,” it murmured, “is the dance of seasons.”

Further in, she stumbled upon a gnarled tree with roots that reached deep into the earth. “Change,” it whispered, “is growth hidden beneath the surface.”

As days turned into weeks, Elara explored the forest’s secrets. She met a wise old owl who said, “Change is the flight from one branch to another, seeking new horizons.” She encountered a shimmering butterfly emerging from its cocoon. “Change,” it declared, “is the shedding of old skin to reveal your true colors.”

Elara’s heart swelled with courage. She no longer feared the shifting winds or the rustling leaves. Instead, she embraced each change as a gift—an opportunity to learn, evolve, and bloom.

One moonlit night, deep within the forest, Elara faced her greatest fear. A mysterious door stood before her, adorned with intricate carvings. It whispered, “Step through, and you’ll never be the same.”

Elara hesitated. But then she remembered the owl, the butterfly, and the brook. She pushed open the door, and on the other side, she found a magical garden—a place where flowers bloomed in impossible hues, and laughter echoed among the petals.

In that garden, Elara danced with change. She twirled with uncertainty, waltzed with courage, and pirouetted with hope. And as dawn painted the sky, she realized that change wasn’t something to fear—it was the melody of life itself.

From that day forward, Elara returned to her village, but she was no longer the same. She shared stories of the mystical forest, inspiring others to embrace change. And as the seasons shifted, so did the hearts of the villagers.

Elara learned that change wasn’t about losing what was familiar; it was about gaining new perspectives, discovering hidden strengths, and finding beauty in the unexpected.

And so, dear reader, remember Elara’s tale when change knocks on your door. Step through, dance with it, and let it transform you. For in change lies the magic of becoming who you were meant to be.

I hope you enjoyed this story! If you’d like more tales or have any other requests, feel free to ask. 😊

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The Cape Ommaney – Boat Trip

So, on May 22, 2024, many of my Cousins and friends got to travel on this boat from our Home town of Metlakatla, Alaska to a place called Cape Chacon, to harvest Black Seaweed.

this was my first year, going out on the grounds to harvest Black Seaweed. Over the years, I remember when my grandparents and my aunt, uncles and my parents would all go out, sometimes for a couple of days, to harvest black seaweed, and they would also come home with Seagull eggs, as well. I mean, that was pretty cool. Then, we would lay it all out, on sheets, on the roof of the house, and also, on sheets, on plywood, in the yard. So amazing, and so awesome. That was such a memorable experience for me.

The Seaweed, we let dry in the sun, as shown in the photo above.

530am, as we approach the harvesting grounds. THIS is the point of Cape Chacon. Beyond that, is the wide open, Pacific Ocean. So beautiful.

0430 am, the Sun is coming up as we approach the harvesting grounds of Cape Chacon. This is one of the Skifs that will be used to shuttle us from the Big boat, to the shore and rocks we will be harvesting the Seaweed from. So poetic looking.

Wow! There was so much to harvest. The Black Seaweed was in abundance, thank you God!

The photos above show the grounds and my cousins, my sissy and I harvesting the Black Seaweed. So much fun, and so memorable. Loved every second of this experience.

After 1200 pm, making out way back to the town of Metlakatla, heading home, after a bountiful pick of Seaweed. Over 40 bags of seaweed was harvested, and it was such a blessing and such an honor. To know and realize that many of my family and ancestors before us, harvested the same grounds, it brought such pride and joy to my heart, and brought tears to my eyes to think that very thought. I look forward to another adventure like that.

Note: some of the photos on this post are courtesy of: Melody Leask and Johann Echohawk Atkinson.

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Project Vigil. Honoring those that fell on D-Day.

I thought it would be appropriate to share this story and video on Memorial Day as well. Love this young mans Heart and the honor and respect that he carries. So proud, thankful.

I am writing this, with tears flowing down my face, with a thankful and grateful heart.

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Be Open to Learning…

Learn to live, and live to learn, Each moment, a page for you to turn. Life’s classroom, vast and wide, Lessons unfold in every stride.

Seek wisdom, seek truth, see light, Embrace knowledge with all your might.  For education, the key to

Liberation, Empowering minds, a boundless creation.

Remember, deep continuous learning is what adds value to the quality of education. Classroom knowledge is just a fraction of what we can learn. The remaining 70% comes from constant self-learning—reading, exploring, and discovering on our own. So, keep seeking knowledge, and let it shape your heart and mind!

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