'Two Indians Talking' staring Nathaniel Arcand and... →
moderndayndnprincess: 2 shows; Oct 6th and 8th! Watch! I will be there!
bohemian slapfight: Crazy Wisdom →
littleorphanammo: Crazy wisdom, also known as holy madness, is a manifestation of certain spiritual adepts where they behave in unconventional, outrageous, or unexpected fashion. It is considered to be a manifestation of spiritual accomplishment evident in such Dharmic Traditions as Sanatana Dharma,…
Song for Autumn
On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs, There after harvest could I glean my life A richer harvest reaping without toil, And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will In subtler webs than finest summer haze. - Mary Oliver
On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand has Passed
On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun, My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind And of such fineness as October airs, There after harvest could I glean my life A richer harvest reaping without toil, And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will In subtler webs than finest summer haze. - Henry David Thoreau
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain Falters because it is in vain, In Autumn at the fall of the leaf Knowest thou not? and how the chief Of joys seems—not to suffer pain? Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How...
I must keep from breaking into the story by force for if I do I will find myself with a war club in my hand and the smoke of grief staggering toward the sun, your nation dead beside you. I keep walking away though it has been an eternity and from each drop of blood springs up sons and daughters, trees, a mountain of sorrows, of songs. I tell you this from the dusk of a small city in the...
May I not be burdened by that which I am caple of...
bohemian slapfight: Nonsensical thing of the day →
littleorphanammo: when people write super self important blog posts about the failings of the platform they’re using to write the posts with. Especially when they include totally useless features that would require tons of extra coding and server space and cause potential bugs in the services they already… “amateurish” ? Whatever. Get off Tumblr. Go away. Don’t...
Tiospaye- In Lakota loosely tranlates into “extended family” Kind of…There’s no word because there’s no concept Tiospaye (“teeOSHpayay) Family and friends who support us through life and whom we support in return. Typically included in a Tiospaye are aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbors, parents, grandparents, children, and siblings who are there for each other in both...
Hail! Hail! Hail! The grapes have been gathered! The wine has been pressed!...
benbizzatkendim: george winston çok başkadır...
Equal hours of light and darkness we celebrate the balance of Mabon, and ask...
Rites of Passage →
If we hope to survive as strong families then we must support the return of the grandmothers to their rightful place of honor and influence.
IF YOU LOVE YOUR, FREEDOM, THANK A, VETERAN
Natives protest The Dudesons →
We watched The Dudesons last night. It was horrible. Over and over these crazy white men in headdresses and feathers would injure themselves and scream things like, “I’m becoming a Native American!” One man injured his testicles and anus, screamed, “I think I ripped my a***ole!” and his friends replied, “You’re the Chief now!”
A Native perspective on ‘Cowboys and Findians’ →
On May 13, MTV aired a controversial episode of “The Dudesons in America” entitled “Cowboys and Findians.” The episode, which portrayed four Finnish actors seeking to become American Indians through a series of dangerous and life-threatening stunts, created such an uproar across Indian country that there were protests and online petitions threatening boycotts, and MTV pulled the episode from...
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.– John Muir