(I say this because so far I've, again, only seen Indigenous ppl posting about orange shirt day.)

I haven't seen a post that says it but yall don't understand sometimes for us, just being here is all we can muster. Existence is resistence when you've survived genocide again and again.

I'm begging allies to post about orange shirt day & reblog native posts. Its one day a year, please. It's emotional & exhausting to always carry the weight of spreading awareness. Allies and especially settlers living on turtle island should be making every effort to help us bear our burden today.

We don't often complain but I will say its hard. And it's exhausting to watch ppl around us scroll past our posts. To be the ones who always have to make posts too or else there just won't be any. There are already so few of us, can you please just pay attention to the ones who made it this far because on a day like today we know damn well not all of us did. We can't afford rest. We can't afford to just Not make awareness or Indigenous content posts. We can't afford to be ignored.

And speaking up for ourselves wouldn't be so hard if we didn't hear the deafening silence where the support of our brothers, sisters, and cousins should be. The same silence that so many settlers are content to join despite still having beating hearts & loud voices.

Today we mourn the cruelties of the residential and boarding school systems.

We mourn our brothers and sisters who were killed by them.

We even sit in the same deafening silence that allowed those atrocities to happen (as we speak detention centers -the same ones who sterilized women without consent- are full & water protectors are brutalized for protecting treaty land)

It doesn't feel like much has changed.

Existence is resistence.

Silence is Violence.

So scream. Yell. Use your voices. Boost ours. At least for today. But do not be silent. Do not be complicit in our harm. Be an accomplice to our progress. Be an ally.

#Awareness

“Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against ‘losing control’ — of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”

— Elana Dykewomon, “Notes for a Magazine”

Unusual words with beautiful meanings:

• Peregrinate (verb) To travel or wander around from place to place.
• Serendipity (noun) Finding something good without looking for it.
• Nemophilist (noun) One who is fond of forest; A haunter of the woods.
• Eudaimonia (noun) The contented happy state you feel when you travel.
• Eleutheromania (noun) The intense desire for freedom.
• Hireath (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.
• Idyllic (adj.) Like an idyll; extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque. 
• Clinomania (n.)Excessive desire to stay in bed. 
• Seatherny (n.) the serenity one feels when listening to the chirping birds.
• Eunoia ( n.) beautiful thinking a balanced mind.

“What’s the point of talking if nobody listens”

— Huey Freeman