#MMIW #stolensisters #notforgotten #aboriginal #sistersinspirit #rememberus #firstnations
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As the sun begins to fade, the waves bounce off the rocks and glide over the sand. Water can be as gentle as a summer’s breeze or hard as a mountain top. Water can make or destroy life; powerful unlike anything other. As I sit on a rock by the water’s edge I am reminded
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Grief doesn’t get easier… We just learn to accept the memories are more significant than the loss
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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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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 