Her Hair, the River Remembers

Her hair flows like a river born of prayer.
carrying the breath of Mother Earth.
Each strand remembers mountains and clay.
The first footsteps pressed into sacred ground.

It sings with the voices of the ancestors.
low and steady as drums beneath the soil.
In its dark current lives the spirit of a people.
unbroken, listening, enduring.

When the wind moves through it,
The land itself seems to speak
of seasons braided together,
of loss held gently, of hope returning.

She stands, and the river becomes her crown.
Not owned, not divided, only alive.
In her hair, the earth finds its reflection.
And the soul of a native heart flows on.

Art by Serin Alar

Poem: Piahn

💛Good Morning...MERRY CHRISTMAS Everyone💛

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I’ve been reading comments on tik tok.
So many “OMG”s…so many people asking what the pictures mean. They don’t know about the child trafficking/pedophilia stuff.

Now they do…

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The Fire That Knows My Name

The elders say
There is a heat that does not destroy.
It sharpens purpose,
teaches the heart when to stand firm
and when to step aside.

I learned that courage is not fury,
but clarity—
the strength to protect what is sacred
without needing to be seen.

Some paths are walked alone,
not from exile,
but from duty.
A watchful spirit must sometimes choose distance
to keep balance intact.

What burns within us
is not meant for conquest.
It is meant to light the way.
to remind us who we are
When the world tries to rename us.

So I move with steady resolve,
guided by an old flame—
one that honors ancestors,
guards the living,
and carries the promise
that survival, when rooted in respect,
becomes legacy.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Sep

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💛Good Night Everyone..Sweet Dreams💛

She's definitely NOT as innocent as she pretends.

The Song That Grows Without Asking

The elders say
Creation begins where listening is gentle.
Nothing is forced to open—
It happens when patience is complete.

I was taught that care is a sacred act.
a way of tending what is fragile
until it remembers its own strength.
This is how harmony survives.

Some beauty is born quietly,
asking only for respect,
for the courage to nurture
without claiming ownership.

Life moves in shared breath—
one giving, one receiving—
each trusting the other
to keep the balance whole.

So I walk with gratitude in my hands,
offering what I can,
taking only what is needed,
knowing that growth is a prayer
answered not by demand,
but by devotion to the living circle.

🎨Artist and storyteller: Dorothy Sep

💛Good Morning Everyone💛

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