8 posts tagged “native american”

Does anyone know what you do with sage?
I do...
Do you know the purpose of tobacco?
I do...
Do you know the word for equality in every native language?
I do...

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http://www.kingzjewel.com

Yeah, I know, like I need another blog. LOL
But it gets rid of 2 other blogs *almost* so that justifies it COMPLETELY haha

enjoy...

This is where you can read all about the things I wrote this month for National Native American Heritage Month. I did one post here for it, but have been divulging more info on my Mindsay blog.

I also have pictures in a slideshow that you can see on one of the blog entries.

I am in love with my new jacket and I will show you the picture:

I also found a huge cache of free eagle pictures which I have uploaded to my photobucket account:

Native Heritage Month began at the beginning of November, but it's a wonder that I just found out. I guess that's like not finding out that Hispanic Heritage month was September till it was half over, not to mention that Hispanic Heritage MONTH is actually only about 2 weeks long. The television doesn't really pay much attention to these things until they are nearly done and over with. It's like they don't want anyone to remember anything that is not in Black and White.

In honor of this month, I will refer you back to my own observance of my heritage as well as others on the Internet:

Other sites

• Native American Heritage Month website
• Nanticoke Lenni-Lenape Tribe Official website
• Native Languages website
• National Museum of the Native American website
• Indians.org
• MyTribalSpace for Natives
  

• My wiki
• Redskins refuted
• My take on the fake tribe
• My Spiritual Journal
• Naming ceremony entries
• Breathtaking picture
• Pictures from the Powwow
  

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and I am well pleased. I cannot give you all the details of the ceremony, as it is sacred. I do have ashes from the fire where we sent offerings to our Creator. I smell like cedar smoke. It is all in my hair and clothes. I wore my feathers, my turquoise suede shirt, my black skirt and heels. I also donned my choker that I made, my medicine bag, and my turquiose ring that is shaped like a marquise diamond. My hair was in ponytails. My black shawl which my mother made for me a while ago was also across my shoulders. My mother gave me the name she thought best spoke of my character and my inner being. I nearly cried, but laughed to hide the searing emotion. There was a dead pause after my name was spoken...the weight of it bearing down on all of us present. It was said that I have a lot to live up to, but with the Creator's help, I will do it with flying colors. Oh, my son let me braid his hair into a single braid. He looked so much like his cousins that I nearly snatched the wrong kid! HAHA.

Okay I know I have been making you wait long enough to know the name that I am now free to speak and put on anything I like...take a look and tell me what you think:

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Here are a few other pictures. The first is me sleepy after the ceremony and the last 2 are from before the ceremony. My little sis is next to me getting her name the same day. She also got an awesome name that evoked a collective sigh from all the attendees. My mother has a gift for naming.

How was my Friday?

It went slowly until hubby got home from work. I cleaned and milled about on the computer for a little while. Also made sure the kid and I were ready to go BEFORE hubby got home. My son can take an hour or 2 to get himself together to do anything. He's so intune with everything he can't tune out! Hubby got home and changed, then we embarkked on our small journey to V...land. He was to get his hair cut, I was to go to Walmart and visit my sis at her new job in the area. He said I had an hour and a half...and it took the ENTIRE hour and a half. Mind you, Walmart is only 12 minutes from where he was getting his hair cut.

Walked into the store, picked up some juice, headed back to the craft section. Low and behold: no leather, not even faux suede...just VINYL !!! That threw off my whole circular plan. I had to get more stuff at Walmart, like a bag of tobacco so I would have time to pray a blessing over it before Sunday *very important*...well I forgot EVERYTHING I was supposed to get other than the juice because I picked that up before my plan was blown to pieces. UGH. So I head over to Micheal's. I look around the store once and can't find anything I need. Go to the girl, ask her 2 questions:
Where is the bathroom and where are the leather pouch kits? Now I know for a fact that both are in this store. I checked for the kits online before I went. *they have an in store products section on their website* She tells me:
the bathroom is all the way in the back down a hall *she isnt sure where in the back* and she says I DONT THINK WE HAVE THAT STUFF HERE >.<  ...Okay so I find the bathroom then I proceed to search down the plausible aisles and GASP they have everything and I mean EVERYTHING I need to make this pouch with. The kits left much to be desired *except for expense!* so I took it upon myself to get the materials to make my own. I still knew I had some leather lace at home from making my dreamcatchers, so I got the other stuff, picked up some decorative fall flowers on sale so I can make my fall centerpiece for my table, and left to see my sis and go pick up hubby.

Got to my hubby who had been waiting 45 minutes because he got done MAD quickly...and as I was walking in I saw my ex-boyfriend standing outside. I nearly died...no literally, from fright. I wasn't scared that he would do anything or say anything out of turn, he is just a scary person. He kept milling around the store even after I got there. He made sure to stare me down til I acknowledged him and made a small wave *behind my husband's head* ...mind you this is all after I begged my husband to leave immediately. My spirit was turning into knots because I could feel that demon of heroin addiction still on my ex.

I did wave goodbye, and I had wished we could speak, but I didn't want hubby to get all weird. I have been praying for that ex for a long time. He looks better than he did but his skin is still all messed up from the drugs. His arms weren't mangled like they used to be from shooting. I think that he is probably getting himself off the stuff. Either way, I am glad he is still alive. He was a nice guy, when the drugs were evened out in his system in the middle of a high. It's that lull after the drugs wear off their catatonic effects and before he needed another fix. That's the place you saw his true self.

So, Danny, if you ever see this. I still consider you my friend. You are a great guy. I pray for you all the time, that your life would be better and you be able to get rid of your addiction and focus on your future. Amen.

Show us something that takes your breath away.

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The beat of the drums as my people dance as one, stepping to the rythym of Mother Earth. The flurry of feathers and colors as they bounce like alughter across the grass...that's what takes my breath away. The sight of this, the sound, the feeling, the spiritual awareness...too beautiful to recount in mere words or pictures. Living that moment is the only way to breathe it.

So this morning I had 2 caucasian men come to my door SPEAKING SPANISH.

Not odd, because there are plenty of spanish-speaking people around here and they were specifically targeting those people today. They saw that our last name was spanish so they automatically assumed that the entire famiy MUST be spanish-speaking. Lucky for them, I am.

We chatted in English, Spanish, Spanglish...Lots of fun to talk about God in a multilingual way. I don't get to do it often enough. One guy is married to a Cuban, the other to a Dominican. That's why they learned Spanish. I, on the other hand, have been learning Spanish since high school. I had lots of friends who were Puerto Rican, I took all advanced classes for Spanish, I even took the Spanish SAT and passed with a 680 out of 800. I knew I would marry a Puerto Rican one day...so therefore I know a good deal of Spanish. I was glad these guys came by this morning. They served 3 purposes for me today:

1. Hear the Word of God
2. Converse with people outside of my computer
3. Speak Spanish to people who are learning like me

My only issue: They want to return. I am non-denominational / native spiritual. They are Jehovah's Witnesses.

My logic:
I have no church out here. I have no friends. These guys have wives and kids and they are Christians.
This could lead to a long lasting friendship, fellowship, bible study group, playgroup thing.

So I invited them back to my home next week, hoping that my husband would also be available to chat when they return. I just hope that our beliefs don't clash so much that we can no longer be acquainted.