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Bison Tagging and blood tests for bison. Just to give you an idea of how big they are, this male weighs around 3,000 lbs...
04/02/2026

Bison Tagging and blood tests for bison. Just to give you an idea of how big they are, this male weighs around 3,000 lbs.

"The Church Without Walls"They asked me once, "Where is your church?"❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇 https://www...
04/02/2026

"The Church Without Walls"
They asked me once, "Where is your church?"

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I smiled and pointed to the horizon.

“To the east, where the sun rises and paints the sky with fire—there, I begin my prayers.
To the north, where the winds carry the wisdom of the ancestors—I listen and learn.
To the west, where the sun dies gently each day—I give thanks for the lessons.
To the south, where life grows and renews—I find healing and hope.”

My church does not have doors, but it welcomes all.
Its roof is the sky, sometimes fierce with storms, sometimes calm with stars.
Its walls are made of pine and river, stone and silence.
And its teachings are written in birdsong, in paw prints, in the way the water moves over stone.

Nature is not something I worship.
It is something I belong to.

I carry no book, for the Earth writes stories in every leaf and every breath.
I follow no preacher, but I follow the wolf, the crow, the cedar tree.
They have never lied to me.

So no, I don’t need a building to find my spirit.
I just need to stand barefoot in the soil and remember:

The Earth is my church.
And nature is my religion.

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"The Church Without Walls"They asked me once, "Where is your church?"❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇https://www....
04/01/2026

"The Church Without Walls"
They asked me once, "Where is your church?"
❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee349

I smiled and pointed to the horizon.

“To the east, where the sun rises and paints the sky with fire - there, I begin my prayers.
To the north, where the winds carry the wisdom of the ancestors - I listen and learn.
To the west, where the sun dies gently each day - I give thanks for the lessons.
To the south, where life grows and renews - I find healing and hope.”

My church does not have doors, but it welcomes all.
Its roof is the sky, sometimes fierce with storms, sometimes calm with stars.
Its walls are made of pine and river, stone and silence.
And its teachings are written in birdsong, in paw prints, in the way the water moves over stone.

Nature is not something I worship.
It is something I belong to.

I carry no book, for the Earth writes stories in every leaf and every breath.
I follow no preacher, but I follow the wolf, the crow, the cedar tree.
They have never lied to me.

So no, I don’t need a building to find my spirit.
I just need to stand barefoot in the soil and remember:

The Earth is my church.
And nature is my religion.

❤️I think you will be proud to wear this T-shirt"👇👇
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"I am an old woman now. The buffaloes and black-tail deer are gone, and our Indian ways are almost gone. Sometimes I fin...
04/01/2026

"I am an old woman now. The buffaloes and black-tail deer are gone, and our Indian ways are almost gone. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that I ever lived them. My little son grew up in the white man's school. He can read books, and he owns cattle and has a farm. He is a leader among our Hidatsa people, helping teach them to follow the white man's road.
He is kind to me. We no longer live in an earth lodge, but in a house with chimneys, and my son's wife cooks by a stove.
But for me, I cannot forget our old ways.
Often in summer I rise at daybreak and steal out to the corn fields, and as I hoe the corn I sing to it, as we did when I was young. No one cares for our corn songs now.
Sometimes in the evening I sit, looking out on the big Missouri. The sun sets, and dusk steals over the water. In the shadows I see again to see our Indian village, with smoke curling upward from the earth lodges, and in the river's roar I hear the yells of the warriors, and the laughter of little children of old.
It is but an old woman's dream. Then I see but shadows and hear only the roar of the river, and tears come into my eyes. Our Indian life, I know, is gone forever."
Waheenee - Hidatsa (North Dakota)
Credit: Remembering the Old West

Our Navajo Code Talkers being honored during the drone show in Gallup, NM
03/31/2026

Our Navajo Code Talkers being honored during the drone show in Gallup, NM

The Bear — Guardian of Strength and SpiritIn the forest deep, where shadows fall,The bear walks softly, answering nature...
03/31/2026

The Bear — Guardian of Strength and Spirit
In the forest deep, where shadows fall,
The bear walks softly, answering nature's call.
With strength and wisdom, it moves through the night,
A guardian of balance, in the moon's soft light.
Fierce yet gentle, its heart beats slow,
A reminder of the earth’s steady flow.
In hibernation, it teaches rest,
That even in darkness, life’s rebirth is blessed.
The bear’s paws print the ancient earth,
Its presence a symbol of strength and rebirth.
It roars with power, yet walks with grace,
A protector of land, a keeper of space.
With each step, it shows us the way,
That patience and strength are born from the day.
In the bear’s silent movement, we find our own might,
To stand firm in the storm, and rise to the light.

Lone WarriorStand tall, O heart, when skies turn black,When no one dares to guard your back.Let thunder crash, let cold ...
03/31/2026

Lone Warrior
Stand tall, O heart, when skies turn black,
When no one dares to guard your back.
Let thunder crash, let cold winds moan—
Still rise, even if you stand alone.
For truth is fire that won’t grow cold,
A sacred drum, brave hands still hold.
Your voice, though lone, can shake the stone,
And echo louder than a throne.
Painted in red, with scars of pride,
You carry those who fought and died.
Not just for land — but soul and right,
To walk in honor, day and night.
So let them scoff, or turn their face,
You walk with ancestors in grace.
And every step becomes your own,
A path of one — yet never alone.

Whispers of the Ancients❤️Get yours tee 👉 www.nativepridestores.com/tee167The wind carries voices, soft yet strong,Ances...
03/31/2026

Whispers of the Ancients

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The wind carries voices, soft yet strong,
Ancestral echoes, an endless song.
Through silent forests, their wisdom flows,
In stillness deep, the Great Spirit knows.
The fire dances, the river sighs,
Dreamcatchers gleam beneath the skies.
Each feather tells where spirits roam,
Each heartbeat leads the soul back home.
Listen, child, to the earth’s embrace,
Her timeless rhythm, her sacred grace.
For in the circle, all hearts align—
The voice of the sacred is yours, is mine.
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“The Pathfinders” (c. 1912) Piegan scouts on horsebackTaken by Roland W. Reed, a photographer who sought to capture Nati...
03/31/2026

“The Pathfinders” (c. 1912) Piegan scouts on horseback
Taken by Roland W. Reed, a photographer who sought to capture Native life. This image honors the Piegan (Piikáni), a proud band of the Blackfoot Confederacy.

SUPPORTING ALL TRIBES AND OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS
03/31/2026

SUPPORTING ALL TRIBES AND OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS

🪶 **Native Americans – The First People of America**Native Americans are the original people of North and South America,...
03/30/2026

🪶 **Native Americans – The First People of America**
Native Americans are the original people of North and South America, long before any outsiders arrived. In what is now the United States, they belong to many unique tribes and cultures — some still live today as proud, independent nations.
Most experts believe Native Americans came from Asia over 13,000 years ago, crossing a land bridge during the Ice Age. Some even say they arrived 40,000 years ago! Over time, these early people spread across the land, creating hundreds of different cultures.
The word “Indian” came from Christopher Columbus, who thought he had reached India. But even before him, Norse explorers had reached North America around 500 years earlier. Many Native tribes believe they’ve always lived here, as told through their creation stories.
When Europeans arrived in the 1400s, over **50 million people** already lived in the Americas — including about **10 million** in the area that is now the U.S. What followed were years of change, struggle, and survival.
Today, Native Americans make up about **1.5% of the U.S. population**, proudly keeping their traditions, music, stories, and ceremonies alive.

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