10/28/2026
Well my friends, honestly I have been meaning to make this post for a month. I’m sorry for that but feel like for some reason, it was probably meant to be. 💖
While Aria and I were working on our Barbie ribbon skirts last month, and putting together some teaching sets and reflecting on the orange shirts our “Homeschoolers” wear, we agreed that a give-away would be special and meaningful. 🧡 We had intended it to be a give-away for National Truth and Reconciliation day. We lovingly designed 3 Barbie Ribbon Skirt sets complete with orange shirts while prepping for what we thought might be our last pow wow of the season - Curve Lake’s Annual Pow wow, and one of our favourites. This pow wow is right before our girl’s birthday, and because we were also scheduled for her to have surgery just days before her special day, we felt the weekend would be for celebrating her as well. And did we. 💖 We had friends come, we danced and we feasted, all while meeting and sharing with so many of you.💓 It was perfect. 😍 But afterwards, instead of catching up on sleep and relaxing a bit (which is always so needed) I decided to pack us up and get the hubby to drop us off for a couple nights on the land. ✨ It was the best thing I could’ve done for us going into such a challenging time - our time together alone under the sun and moon and stars has become some of our most special and precious time truly, and I couldn’t bare the thought of missing out on this new tradition of ours. We were home in time to pack up and head to Ottawa for surgery, watching a full moon rise on our way there. We were home before we knew it, and do you know what? This warrior girl of ours was ready and willing to do another pow wow after all, and we made it to TOs All-Nations Pow wow as well. 💖
Now in all of that goodness, I have to be honest about the heartache that was present as well. This September 30th, a day so many of us feel is so very important, was met with an uprising of denialism and racism. It was felt and seen blatantly across social media and in our schools and political spaces - I mean, it was everywhere. I suppose nothing new, but my heart. For all survivors, for all of the families, for all of the children - my heart. 💔 The orange shirts. I don’t even know that I have words.. and perhaps that is why the post just didn’t happen. For that, There are no words.
But
There is still community
There is still tradition
There is still culture
There is still language
There is still love
There are still those protecting the land
There are still mothers and fathers teaching their children
There are still those honouring our ancestors
There is still hope
There is still resiliency
There is still pride
These words…
I have worked hard decolonizing my mind so that I may never forget them. 🧡
💖
This full moon was a powerful one for me.
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I often still need a little reminding that that which you are ready and willing to let go of, will be replaced by something better if you are so willing to invite it in and embrace it.
I hope that you all felt her comfort and love and strength as well. 💖
Here is a picture I love of our “Homeschoolers” bearing witness to and holding space for our monarchs, who in my heart represent also our journey as Indigenous people in that the journey is one of multiple generations, and one of great resiliency. ✨🧡✨ It is a precious reminder.
My next post will finally be the 3 special Barbie Ribbon Skirt sets for our give away. 💖 I hope they will bring some love, healing and joy to whoever needs them.
