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Whispers of the Wind: A Native American Reflection❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here:👇 www.nativepridestores.com/tee32...
17/10/2026

Whispers of the Wind: A Native American Reflection
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In the sacred circle of life, every sound holds meaning, every silence carries wisdom. The wind, invisible yet ever present, moves across the land like an ancient spirit, speaking truths to those who take the time to listen. It carries the stories of our ancestors, the songs of the earth, and the quiet voice of the heart.
"Listen to the wind," the elders say, "for it talks." The wind does not shout or demand; it whispers softly through the trees, over the rivers, and across the plains. It tells of journeys taken, of battles fought, of peace found beneath the endless sky.
But beyond the sound of the wind lies a deeper language — the language of silence. "Listen to the silence," they teach us, "for it speaks." In the stillness, the heart hears what words cannot capture. It is here, in quiet reflection, that the spirit finds clarity and strength.

And the heart — the sacred keeper of all our wisdom — is the final teacher. "Listen to your heart," the voice inside reminds us, "for it knows." The heart understands the rhythms of the earth, the cycles of life, and the path we are meant to walk. It holds the courage to face the unknown and the compassion to heal old wounds.

The feathers and beads shown in the image are not mere decorations; they are symbols of this sacred dialogue between nature and spirit. Each feather carries prayers of peace and protection. The colorful patterns honor the ancestors and the land, a tapestry of identity and belonging.
To walk with awareness is to hear the wind, feel the silence, and trust the heart. This is the way of the Native people — a way of deep listening, connection, and respect for the world around us.
So today, pause. Close your eyes. Open your spirit.
Listen.
The wind is talking.
The silence is speaking.
Your heart is knowing.
And in that sacred moment, you are home.
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❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee158"Still Here"We are still herethe feathers...
15/10/2026

❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇
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"Still Here"

We are still here
the feathers carry our prayers,
the drum carries our heartbeat,
the land carries our name.
We are still strong—
woven in colors of fire and earth,
braided in the strands of time,
standing where our ancestors stood.
No storm erased us,
no silence broke us.
We walk with pride,
our spirits unyielding,
our voices rising—
Native,
foreve
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Whispers of the Wind: A Native American Reflection❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here:👇 https://www.nativepridestores.c...
14/10/2026

Whispers of the Wind: A Native American Reflection
❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here:👇 https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee63

In the sacred circle of life, every sound holds meaning, every silence carries wisdom. The wind, invisible yet ever present, moves across the land like an ancient spirit, speaking truths to those who take the time to listen. It carries the stories of our ancestors, the songs of the earth, and the quiet voice of the heart.
"Listen to the wind," the elders say, "for it talks." The wind does not shout or demand; it whispers softly through the trees, over the rivers, and across the plains. It tells of journeys taken, of battles fought, of peace found beneath the endless sky.
But beyond the sound of the wind lies a deeper language — the language of silence. "Listen to the silence," they teach us, "for it speaks." In the stillness, the heart hears what words cannot capture. It is here, in quiet reflection, that the spirit finds clarity and strength.

And the heart — the sacred keeper of all our wisdom — is the final teacher. "Listen to your heart," the voice inside reminds us, "for it knows." The heart understands the rhythms of the earth, the cycles of life, and the path we are meant to walk. It holds the courage to face the unknown and the compassion to heal old wounds.

The feathers and beads shown in the image are not mere decorations; they are symbols of this sacred dialogue between nature and spirit. Each feather carries prayers of peace and protection. The colorful patterns honor the ancestors and the land, a tapestry of identity and belonging.
To walk with awareness is to hear the wind, feel the silence, and trust the heart. This is the way of the Native people — a way of deep listening, connection, and respect for the world around us.
So today, pause. Close your eyes. Open your spirit.
Listen.
The wind is talking.
The silence is speaking.
Your heart is knowing.
And in that sacred moment, you are home.
❤️I think you will be proud to wear this T-shirt"👇👇
👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here:👇 https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee63

"The Church Without Walls"❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee349They asked me o...
13/10/2026

"The Church Without Walls"
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They asked me once, "Where is your church?"
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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Wounded Knee memorial riders on route to Wounded Knee Photo by Ken Marchionno
12/10/2026

Wounded Knee memorial riders on route to Wounded Knee Photo by Ken Marchionno

“Snow Without End”The snow was quiet—too quiet for what it carried.Tayanita pressed forward, each step sinking into the ...
12/10/2026

“Snow Without End”

The snow was quiet—too quiet for what it carried.

Tayanita pressed forward, each step sinking into the white, each breath a prayer he couldn’t finish. He held his walking stick tightly and kept his eyes low. Beside him, his wife rode slowly on their last remaining horse, the reins loose in her hands. She had not spoken since the morning they buried their daughter beneath frozen earth.

Behind them, their people stretched like a faded thread—wrapped in blue and green blankets, walking without songs. Somewhere in the whiteness, a family paused to kneel beside another lost one. No time for ceremony. Just earth, tears, and snow.

They were Cherokee. And this was not a journey—it was a removal. A forced march through ice and heartbreak, ordered by a government that called it relocation. But the people called it by its true name: Nunna daul Isunyi—“The Trail Where They Cried.”

Still, they walked. Because to stop was to die.

Tayanita’s grandmother had once told him, “We are the roots of the trees. Even when cut down, we grow again.”

And so he walked. Not toward a new home, but toward the promise that their stories would not be erased. That even if the world was blank with snow, their footprints would remain.

Each step was a declaration:

We are still here.

"The Church Without Walls"❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇 https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee399They asked me ...
12/10/2026

"The Church Without Walls"
❤️👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here: 👇 https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee399

They asked me once, "Where is your church?"
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"👇👇
👉 Get this T-shirt and hoodie here:👇
https://www.nativepridestores.com/tee399

Slowly chipping away at the Native American Indian themed Ironman helmet.🪶 very slow progress.Any Native Appropriation c...
12/10/2026

Slowly chipping away at the Native American Indian themed Ironman helmet.🪶 very slow progress.
Any Native Appropriation comments will be deleted, this is native appreciation. 🖤

Cre: Rob Mitchell Art

ONLY IN OKLAHOMA !!...
11/10/2026

ONLY IN OKLAHOMA !!...

"The Language of Understanding"Chief Dan George once said,"If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you wi...
11/10/2026

"The Language of Understanding"
Chief Dan George once said,
"If you talk to the animals they will talk with you and you will know each other. If you do not talk to them you will not know them and what you do not know, you will fear."

In these words lies a timeless wisdom — the bridge between worlds often separated by silence and misunderstanding.

When we open our hearts to listen — not just with ears but with respect — nature responds in kind.
The howl of the wolf, the rustle of the leaves, the flight of the eagle—they speak a language older than words.

But when we close ourselves off, when we choose ignorance, fear takes root.
Fear of what is different, fear of what is unknown.

This is not just a call to animals, but a call to humanity:
To speak, to listen, to understand.

For in understanding, we find connection.
And in connection, we find peace.

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