Niibin
Michigan summers are a lovely time, and I hope the future of Michigan summers are protected and preserved.
Michigan summers are a lovely time, and I hope the future of Michigan summers are protected and preserved.
I am excited to be in the season of sleeping under the stars and swimming in the Great Lakes. I am excited for new experiences and sunshine.
As the trees bud around me, I am stopping and noticing, taking in the beauty just a bit more, rejoicing in the life that I am a part of . . . the life which is a gift that is meant to be fully lived and fully experienced. Happy mnookmi.
Through creating these blog posts, I’ve nurtured parts of myself—parts of myself that see and feel the world so deeply, that are the fuel of my creativity.
Life feels steady, slow. I can lay down and feel the ground beneath me, knowing I am supported by something much larger than myself.
The Earth takes care of us, and we should do the same for her and her inhabitants. Let’s keep our home clean.
This year the change in season showed up for me as a harsh reminder of the passing of time, which is scary when living with a dad with stage four cancer.
Miigwech summer. Miigwech to the abundance of the Earth. Miigwech to the berries.
Since time immemorial, Indigenous peoples ate according to the seasons. It humbles me and fills me with pride to know that I am doing that as well.
Each day is a blessing. It is niibin. Beautiful niibin. There is so much movement happening. So much life.