I took a brisk, directionless walk the other day, and while on my journey, my mind decided to zero in on the very land that I was hastily pounding on. Immediately, I began to slow...not consciously and almost without my permission, did this take place. My breathing changed, and half a smile was smeared across my face, again not consciously. In those very instants, I knew that I was on to something special.
The profound imagery of this country's natives, along with their culture, had set my mind and spirit ablaze. An immediate need to learn more became apparent, as I ran over my mind's filing index and retention center and couldn't locate one manilla folder's worth of information on these poignant people. I was ashamed. How dare I not know much about the very land (and it's inhabitants) that I take for granted and walk on freely (I use that term very loosely), daily? A, land that was brutally taken from a sacred group of people, that I call home is definitely worth my time to learn more about and pay homage too.
I've committed to learning and absorbing as much information available about these resilient people that are enriched with a deeply spiritual and interconnected, RESPECTFUL culture. This group of people have and has been overlooked for so long that it's almost commonplace to do so. Almost, invisible. Again, I am ashamed.
I, shall document and share my findings, teachings, and bring forth awareness of our nation's "First People", as their story is the beginning of the truth, of this country's foundation.
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*Swish, scratch, swish*...went the brushes and palm swipes of seven-subtly, eager artists against their roughly-textured and prepped canvases. Resonating incredibly soothing feels, like a medium-bristled brush being lovingly and carefully raked through her hair. It gave her the chills (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...
She, steadily walked down the busy road, yet there were no appropriate sidewalks and cars were whizzing by. At any given time, there may have been a million questions/comments/thoughts/replays/intentions and words traveling along the synapses of her nerve endings, overflowing her system and blowing her mind (click to read more of the sample and purchase)...