Self care
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Before I self destruct Take me under your wing Lift me up to higher places Yet, keep me firmly grounded Before I self destruct I pray for healing The pain that is within Mend what is broken Before I self destruct I take time to meditate To allow the forces of the universe Provide me…
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You with the brown skin and brown hair. I see you walking this journey, working on trying to be a better man. Anishinaabe Kwewag are counting on you, for your Respect, Love, Honesty, Wisdom, Bravery, Truth and Humility. These days it seems you have forgotten us. Leaving us to do the work of protecting the sacred. We need your…
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In love one tends to want to feel loved so much that we forget to love ourselves. Love is the most special place to be when it is in it purest form, it is euphoric. We burden ourselves with the thought of the things or people we love. We self sabotage our existence. Love is…
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No matter how much of a warrior you are or how many battles you have won, there will be some that you lose. You don’t have to be a soldier to have to go to war. Sometimes that war is within. It’s easy to fight for something you want, its not so easy to keep…
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Pain is one of our greatest teachers’ no one can know their own demise… Perhaps we have already lived it
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Since I have been concentrating on bettering myself life hasn’t gotten any easier, but, it has become more significant. There is meaning in a day. Not that time has become more valuable, more so that it has become a means to make the most of my life. I have forgotten what it was like to…
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Up until recently I have never heard of the term inter-generational trauma. According to the University of Calgary it defines the term as the transmission of historical oppression and its negative consequences across generations. What does that mean to me as an Indigenous woman? It means the abuse that I thought was “normal” from family…
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I remember the things my Nokimis and Noshimis use to say and show me as young child. At the time I did not understand what exactly it was they were trying to teach me. It seemed a bit confusing at the time as I was just a young girl. I was sent to live with…
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On my home it hit me, the intergenerational trauma I feel my sisters pain and their loved ones so brave to keep making a stand year after year for our sisters spirits that are stuck between worlds. The ones who never made it home. As I stood outside in the bitter cold of this February…
RED ROAD KWE 