Beaches,

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13 beaches

 

 

13 beaches song, Lana Del Rey

Call out for Presenters for October 2018

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Land Connection, Learning, Health & Leadership

Rights of a Child,

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But in research we know it is the parents who speak for the child, so why and how can these children have been separated, where and how will their parents be known? Where have these children went. Who know speaks for the children,

https://www.unicef.org/crc/index_30177.html?p=printme

I release you

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“I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hate twin, but now, I don’t know you as myself”

Joy Harjo 

On Mother’s Day,

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Dear Moms, Mothers, Mammas,

Today I write my wish to you from Thunder Bay, Ontario. Anemki Wajiw, where the lookout of the mountain can see over the city, and Lake Superior including the vast colours of blue. The land and sky meet, in an interchange. Where you can find moss and put your face right into it and smell the Land. A truly spiritual experience. From the heart of Anishinabek territory.

 A relationship here, that we notice is of skies and water. The two seem interconnected at times, and only separable by the sunsets and sunrises. Our relationships with one another are strong and resilient.

As I write this story for you, I remember the lines of struggles and the determination that make us who we are.

I remember the sorrow.

I remember the pain.

I remember the love.

I remember the joy.

I remember the confusion.

I remember the numb.

I remember the breath of a new beginning and commitment to change.

 It is ok.

We are learning.

We are leading, a revolution,

with love.

Know that I was there, when you were giving birth too. And you were there for me.

Birth is a place of power. Of sheer growth. Of innate ancestral wisdom. Of a time when we called out to our grandmothers for help in this place, or power, and fear.

I remember my birth stories like a map of my life.

Your birth story, of  strength, and trust.

Trust the moment.

Hear the cry.

Hold your new baby who has come from within you. You have been having a relationship with your little one for nine months and now you get to meet him or for the very fit time. When you realize how beautiful and precious she is, you are overcome with peace.

Like a beautiful vibrant turquoise stone you know truth and there is no way anyone can away  your beauty.

Each day another journey of self love and love that you can carry for yourself, yet it is tiring, I know. It can be replenished when we remember to help one another.

I remember the stories you tell of making friends for the first time in the city,  trying to fit in and stuff. I remember when you went back home and they ignored you. I remember you in line at the food bank. I remember you at emerge, with your injury you lied about for fear about your children being taken. I remember the time the police showed up and signed you in for observation because they were worried you’d hurt yourself. I remember the time your neighbour called Children’s Aid on you. I remember the way they looked at your children like that. I remember her asking if the dad of your children was the same. I remember that year you lost your grandmother. I remember the  way we came together at her ceremony, where we all told a story or a poem.  I remember them ignoring you. I remember them forgetting you. I remember. I remember.

I remember the time we sat at your child’s birthday all together with the company of other mothers, around the fire pit.

I remember the strength of you when you shared your knowledge on language and cultural ways back home in Treaty 9 & 5 territory.

I remember the strength of you when you shared your knowledge on the Land and about your research from the shores of Lake Superior and the stories of Elders and youth.

I remember the strength of you when you shared your knowledge on the spirit of song and how you carry that gift of drumming. Each time you sing, you make our hearts stronger, like one heart beat.

I remember the gift you share of wild rice. Manoomin. I remember how you tell about gathering from your home territory along the shores where three places meet: Manitoba, Ontario and Minnesota in Treaty 3. You carry that wisdom to us, in your spiritual sharing. Then bringing wild rice each and every full moon ceremony for each 13 ceremonies that year. We would feast our creative spirit as we sat together in my home territory of the Robinson Superior.

I remember when you told me the sacrifice of doing a PhD downtown Toronto and how you just literally went in and left, with the end prize in sight, then continually advocating for a fair education for all children and learners. Everyone still turning to you for your knowledge and brilliance.

I remember that time we went shopping in Rosedale and took a subway together, and then to the fifth floor of the Eaton’s Centre in Toronto. That same time we went out for pad thai on Bloor.  I remember your tireless hard work. Your endless commitment.

I remember wandering around by the Ocean with you and then having gelato later on around Commercial. Then us laying in a park in the city, looking for the stars, to feel that land connection.

I remember us dancing to the Tribe Called Red at the Old Fort. We lost each other in the shuffle. I found you later wearing a glow in the dark crown, you looked the Queen you are. The sun never seems to set in the summer, and there you were in your happy moment. We could hardly hear each when I said “see you later”, the music so loud.

I remember that time you were downtown Toronto, wearing glittery dresses above your knee, riding the subways. Before you had children you loved to go out, wear heels, and lipstick and how it all sits in your closet still. You love those memories so much you never want to toss that memory away so it sits, and you remember each time you open your closet. You are a poet.

I remember you lost at that rave. You were thinking you were a true Coachella princess wearing your hair in braids backwards looking beautiful in your long dress that hugged your body showing how gorgeous you are. I hope I remember to tell you that having children even made you more beautiful.

I remember you running for Chief and how you represented that lost female voice now coming back ever so strong. Your voice strong across the nations like a herd of buffalo, and wildflowers in the wind.  You in your infinite wisdom arms outstretched to Grandmother moon, wild white sage in hand, you in your medicine ribbon dress. Carrying that collective strength and story in your bones.

I remember that time you and I found literature that talked about us, and our experiences. And then we started to write because we were so inspired.  We’d read together and write together. We were an ear to each others stories. We never judged each other. How can a flower judge another flower. We’d write in the local university newspaper, poems and short stories. We’d publish our stories eventually. You’d eventually become a leader in your field.

I remember that time we watched a movie together on Bloor. It was Frieda. After that I’d hold a fashion show and share with you all the dresses I bought from FairWeather and some designer stores. Your aqua blue heart, strong.

You are loved.

You are remembered.

Happy Mother’s Day.

 

 

 

HoopDancing #hoopdancing #tradition

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Something we could all be teaching the next generation,

 

Why A Spring Indigenous Knowledge Conference?

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via Why A Spring Indigenous Knowledge Conference?

Resources by Topic Area in Alphabetical Order

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Ontario resources from the Anishinabek Nation

Anishinabek Education Links to Resources

 


Alberta Teacher Education Resources on Indigenous History, Best Practices

https://www.teachers.ab.ca/For%20Members/Professional%20Development/IndigenousEducationandWalkingTogether/Pages/Walking%20Together.aspx


Decolonization Resource

http://fpse.ca/sites/default/files/news_files/Decolonization%20Handbook.pdf


Decolonizing Methodologies and Projects

https://nycstandswithstandingrock.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/linda-tuhiwai-smith-decolonizing-methodologies-research-and-indigenous-peoples.pdf


Anishinabe Links

The Culture-Based Arts Integration (CBAI) Curriculum website is the ongoing product of the work of many K-8 public school teachers in northern Minnesota.

The lessons and activities provided here were developed as part of two projects funded by the U.S. Department of Education, Office of Innovation and Improvement, Arts in Education Model Demonstration and Dissemination Programs beginning in 2006. These projects address specific gaps and weaknesses in educational service, infrastructure, and opportunities for American Indian and non-Indian students.

From Minnesota


Anishinabemowin

Welcome to Anishinaabemowin where our overriding goal is to make available the opportunity to learn the Anishinaabe language no matter what school you attend, program you are a part of, or city or country you live in. We hope this website will serve as the official resource for the Ojibwe language creating a unique and reputable location that people throughout the world can access for learning the language, and the various dialects spoken throughout our region. This revitalization project will serve as a library of resources, including the archiving of not only our language, but also our elders through the audio and video segments throughout the site.

Ojibway Langauge


Human Rights/Social Justice

Human Rights Ontario for Learners


Nishnawbe Aski Nation Links to Educational reports/resources

NAN education report links

 


Public Legal Education Information on many topic areas:

https://www.cleo.on.ca/en


Reconciliation K-12

https://www.edcan.ca/articles/truth-reconciliation-k-12/