maskéko-sákahikanihk.
This summer, I took a four day intensive néhiyawéwin class. I’m learning my language, slowly. This class was the beginning of a commitment to push myself further towards this goal.
I live in Ottawa now, but I’m a prairie girl through and through. Going back home is a necessity in staying grounded and connected to what calms my soul. The language is in the land, in the vast prairie skies, the water. nipiy. my veins.
Don’t bother writing the words down. Just listen. You’ll remember.
péyak. níso. nisto.
I’m in kindergarten, my favourite class is Cree class. We learn numbers, greetings, animals. Those words come flooding back in my memory.
I’m grateful to the educators that provided us with the opportunity to be exposed to our language and culture.
Thirty years later, the class is full of eager students willing to learn néhiyawéwin. The instructors are passionate about passing on the language. It’s a beautiful and safe environment to learn and make mistakes.
Living thousands of kilometers away from my home, I have to make an effort to practice and hear the language, so I don’t forget again.
When discussing the struggles I’m having with this distance, one of my classmates told me that home is “the place where your spirit breathes”. He was right.
Beautiful.
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Lovely easy read. Rosie Jarrett, England
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Wow.!! That is beautiful..amazing photos , thanks for sharing xx
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That is a very beautiful pic
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Beautifully written. A familiar place.
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We all have a home…a place not where we were born, or where we longest kept residence but a place in which ‘our spirit breathes’ as you say. Thank you for the experience. 🙂
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I just now viewed this article. The photos in this and some others are beautiful. I spent most of my life in Florida and loved the peace and quiet of the Everglades. After trying several times to read Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s 100 Years of Solitude, I had to quit. He said somewhere in the book that home is where you bury your dead. I accepted that for a long time but now believe home is where your family lives. At this point in my life that is where my spirit breathes. Beautiful photos and words. Thank you.
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Amazing and Beautiful at the same time
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Such beautiful imagery, thank you!
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An enjoyable read! ✌🏻️
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Eloquently and gracefully put.
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Started my day with this. Such bliss^^
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Such an amazing post. Thank you
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Beautiful photos!
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A slightly similar thing I learned: “home is the heart is”
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“Home is the place where your spririt breathes.” Just perfect!
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So beautiful . I am studying Indiginous studies at school. This is reminiscent of the beautiful poems and imagery of the Blackfoot in Alberta. So enjoyed reading
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Love the last line!
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Beautiful pictures
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BEAUTIFUL PHOTOS
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Pretty
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Beautiful pictures ! beautiful place !
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Very nice!
It’s like feeling the spirit breathing!
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The places you describe are not just places to you there home and full of memories. Keep on going,till the end
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You are very fortunate to have connections to the land, and your people. Thank you for sharing.
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Nice pics and the post took me back to my memories about my home and childhood.
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Wow I love that ‘where your spirit breathes.’ So perfect.
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You have put my feelings and thoughts into words… I feel the same way when I return home.
Beautifully written!
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I love this!
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The pictures are simply beautiful and awe-inspiring. ❤
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Home is where the heart is! Loved it, thank you for sharing 🙂
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Short and beautiful. The photos are very pretty.
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