Native Forever

09/16/2025

09/16/2025

Every Child Matters

Upon the earth where echoes stay,
Children’s voices fade away.
Yet in the circle, strong and wide,
Their spirits walk, they never hide.

The eagle soars, the feathers fall,
A sacred prayer surrounds us all.
For every child, both gone and near,
We hold their memory strong and clear.

The drum still beats, the fire glows,
Through ancient songs the truth still flows.
We vow to honor, heal, and stand,
Every child—across the land.

09/16/2025

Navajo Code Talkers
This Navajo Code Talkers monument is located in Window Rock, Ariz. The monument pays tribute to the Navajo Code Talkers, a small band of warriors who created an unbreakable code from their Native language and changed the course of modern history.

09/16/2025

Actor Tom Hardy took his adopted dog Woody to the screening of one of his movies to promote animal adoption.
Tom has stated in several interviews that buying animals is immoral because it promotes cruelty towards animals through forced breeding.
Tom often visits shelters to help volunteers, visits and cares for rescue dogs, and talks about breeding and abandonment issues in different mediums.
Do like Tom, ADOPT A DOG!

09/16/2025

Imagine sitting at the feet of Katie Roubideaux, a Lakota woman born in 1890 on the Rosebud Reservation—just fourteen years after the Battle of the Little Bighorn, when echoes of resistance still whispered through the plains.
She lived through a century that unfolded like a relentless storm: boarding schools, forced assimilation, the outlawing of her language and ceremonies—then the long, slow resurgence of a people who refused to vanish.
She was born into a world where buffalo skulls still bleached under the sun, and her elders likely remembered the days of Sitting Bull and Spotted Tail. By the time she died in 1991, the world had gone to war twice, sent men to the moon, and placed humming computers in classrooms.
Imagine the stories she could have told—not just of history’s great turning points, but of the quiet defiance: mothers whispering Lakota lullabies when English was mandatory. Grandfathers teaching songs in secret. Ceremonies held under stars that never judged.
She would have remembered the boarding schools—not as bullet points in textbooks, but as lived trauma. Maybe she was one of the little girls who had her braids cut, her name taken, her language punished. And yet somehow, she never let it disappear from her bones.
Imagine asking her about the Wounded Knee occupation in 1973, and hearing her voice—aged, textured, unshaken—tell you how it felt to see warriors stand again. She might recall how her grandmother did porcupine quillwork before it became craft-store décor. How star quilts came to replace buffalo hides as sacred gifts. How every thread still told a story.
Katie Roubideaux was not just a witness—she was the story. A bridge between the old ways and the survival songs of today. A living library we didn’t fully open before it closed forever.
And yet, she left traces. In every Lakota child who speaks their first word in their ancestral language. In every sun dance that continues. In every story retold in kitchens, lodges, and classrooms.
She reminds us that history doesn’t always live in books—it walks beside us in the elders, if we choose to listen.

09/15/2025

Our circle
Our Shield

09/15/2025

Raven and the Butterflies of Transformation
Long ago, Raven walked the earth in feathers black as midnight, carrying both wisdom and mischief. Yet, despite all the power of his wings, Raven longed to teach the people about change, for many feared it and clung to what they already knew.
One day, Raven flew into the heart of the forest where the Spirit of Transformation dwelled. From her hands, countless butterflies took flight, each glowing with the colors of fire and sky. She spoke to Raven: “Carry these wings of change into the hearts of the people. Let them know that endings are not death, but beginnings reborn.”
Raven returned, his feathers alive with butterflies. Wherever he landed, the butterflies scattered—orange for courage, blue for hope. They settled upon the people, reminding them that life is a circle, not a line: seasons turn, grief becomes wisdom, and every shadow gives birth to light.
The people honored Raven as the keeper of transformation. They carved his image into wood, painted his feathers in bright colors, and sang songs of his gift. To this day, when butterflies dance in the wind, it is said Raven is near—teaching us to embrace change with grace.

09/15/2025

Photo of Crazy Horse's nephew Moses Clown. He is the relative that most looked like Crazy Horse. He was killed in France eleven days before the armistice was signed in 1918. In 1919 his body was disinterred and brought home and now lays in the Clown family cemetery in the Cheyenne River rez. He was 27 years old at the time of his death.

09/15/2025

The Legend of Geronimo

The Legend of Geronimo
Geronimo was born in No-doyohn Canon, Arizona, June 1829, near Clifton, Arizona, from the Bedonkohe Apache tribe. He was named Goyathlay (One Who Yawns) the fourth in a family of four boys and four girls. In 1846, when he was seventeen, he was admitted to the Warriors ' Council, which allowed him to marry. He was soon allowed to marry a woman named Alope, and the couple had three children.
The tribe, at peace with the Mexican cities and nearby Indian tribes, moved to New Mexico in the mid-1850s where they could trade. They've been camping outside a Mexican town called Kas-ki-yeh for several days. The rest of the men went to the city to trade, leaving a few warriors to guard the camp. Many women and children who told them that Mexican troops had invaded their camp met them when they returned from town.
They went back to camp to find their guard guards killed, and their horses, provisions and weapons were gone. Even worse, there were also many women and children killed. Goyathlay's daughter, mother, and three children were among those who lay dead, and as a result he despised all Mexicans for the rest of his life.
It was his family's slaughter that made him a brave warrior from a friendly Native. He soon joined a fearsome Apache tribe known as Chiricahua and engaged in several attacks in northern Mexico and across the border into U.S. territory, now known as the New Mexico and Arizona states

09/15/2025

Cute

09/14/2025

Incredible news: DNA evidence in 2022 has confirmed what the Blackfeet Nation has always said—their ancestors have lived in Montana for at least 18,000 years, long before written history.
This groundbreaking study not only validates centuries of oral tradition but also highlights the deep, unbroken connection the Blackfeet people have to their land. It is a powerful reminder of the resilience and wisdom of Indigenous communities.

09/14/2025

“The Wanderer”

Through forest paths where shadows play,
The bear moves on, both night and day.
The sun behind, the trail ahead,
By ancient voices he is led.

Not every journey needs a map,
For spirit knows the earth’s own lap.
The heart remembers where it’s crossed,
Not all who wander can be lost.