My people came from the earth and because of this, I believe, every story I have ever been told by my parents, grandparents, aunties or uncles, always starts with place. There is always a reference to a specific point in the land to set a story. Whether it’s where a family lives, “Remember where theContinue reading “Shíkeyáh, My Love”
Tag Archives: Winter
Shíkeyáh as Medicine
Sunday morning I said goodbye to my family after a delicious breakfast prepared by my mom. We ate and laughed as a late winter snow fell outside. My heart swells at all the scenes we took in together and remember the prayers we said for each other and ourselves before I left. I know IContinue reading “Shíkeyáh as Medicine”
New Year Reflections: A Navajo Perspective
I miss Diné Bikeyáh most in the fall and winter seasons. There is a special connection I have to my land in the winter time when it receives its first dusting of snow. It’s not solely the look of the land but what the transition signals. The change in seasons means the continuation of keyContinue reading “New Year Reflections: A Navajo Perspective”
Grownup Navajo 