Happy Anniversary to this blog (four years!), Happy New Year, and Happy February. We have been pretty quiet on the blog front over the last six months, but that doesn’t mean our lives have been quiet. In between travelling for work and art, new relationships, old relationships, family and kinship obligations, schooling, and motherhood – I consider it a small blessing that we all still open to writing, to sharing space with each other, to cultivating an experience on this blog.
Twenty-twenty is going to be beautiful and challenging, with lots of personal and professional growth. Big things are on the horizon, and I can’t say much, but we do have some killer guest bloggers lined up for y’all. Thank you for sticking around, for being patient, and for creating community with us. We appreciate every one of you.
tenille k campbell
2019 was a transitional year for me in a lot of ways. I decided to take a step back from business work to focus on personal aspirations, which mainly encompassed portraits of my daughter Dani-Mae along our travels. In 2019, we traveled to seven provinces and territories, as well as across the world to Norway. My dreams come true each time I capture my girl experiencing a new place and making new memories.
For 2020, I want to show her the rest of Canada as well as share more of my work. I feel like a mama bear that’s just waking up after a long hibernation, hungry and yearning for more. The best is yet to come.
– Shayla Snowshoe
This year has been a year of great loss, triumph, new hobbies, failure, and joy! The first half of the year included a tremendous highs and really low lows. I completed my first practicum as a pre-service teacher in a grade 3 classroom and it was easily the best not-family related experience of my life. Immediately before my practicum my family had a loss, and almost immediately after we experienced another. My uncle and my Kokom were so loved and no words can encapsulate that.
In 2019, I also started a 365 project (and failed/quit a 365 project), which is a photo a day. I learned many new hobbies, like beading, and taking my sewing to the next level (with a jingle dress for my daughter). I also closed to door on my small shirt business as I did not have the time to dedicate to it.
The end of the year signals a new decade, not just because of 2020, but I also turned 30. I go into this next phase of my life ready to start teaching (I’ll be done school in June) and wondering what creative ventures I will explore. I leave just one photo, because it is what I will think of when I think of 2019. Me, my daughter, and my late Kokom, Mother’s Day 2019.
– Claudine Bull
Feeling incredibly grateful for all the new memories and healthy mindsets I’ve been cultivating this past year. This upcoming year, my hope is to further my focus on nourishing my community and building more connections and collaborations through art. Art has always been my biggest form of healing, and to be able to create a community through this passion feels like an even bigger accomplishment. So thank you to Tea&Bannock for being such a welcoming and positive platform to share our voice and to everyone who has supported us along the way!
– Caroline Blechert
I have never been so glad to say goodbye to a year. I don’t what it was about 2019, but for some reason I entered the year feeling like I had things under control, and I left it feeling like a fraud, but with an amazing earring collection. All I truly know is that if it weren’t for my parents home on the Rez, there would have been a lot more dramatics in my life. I went home to chill out, to sit in my own bed, to cry in a safe space and know that my kid was being taken care of. That’s how I got through. I’m so grateful and blessed that we had summers and week long breaks at home, long days on the boat, warm evenings by the beach. The land got me through.
Twenty-twenty is heading in an interesting direction, and I’m tentatively happy, but also scarred. Like what I get too happy about something and it turns out way less than I wanted it to be, or it doesn’t work out? Obviously, I’m still dealing with the after-effects of a shitty year, but I’m thinking that with the melting of the snow and the longer days, things will get a little easier and I could breathe a little deeper. I know I’m not the only one who feels like they barely got through, so here’s to a more stable and solid year in twenty-twenty.
– tenille k campbell
2019-1979 = 40 year old Amanda. When I was 20 and my mom was 40, I thought she was soooooo old. How naïve was I? Now I am old too, and by old I mean wise. Wise enough to see fashion trends from my youth returning to the streets. Scrunchies, crop tops and high waisted jeans are only a few of the recent trends. I recently bought myself a pair of 11 inch high rise skinny jeans. Thankfully, I did not need a coat hanger to zip them up. Instead I squeezed myself into them, zipped em up and everything was tight and smoooooth. Okay, not really smooth. You are probably wondering where did my belly go? Well, it went up above my belly button, towards my breasts and placed itself at the top of the 11 inch high rise skinny jeans. This is the moment when child Amanda would tell wise Amanda – you are so cool right now… but you’d look even cooler with a scrunchy, crop top and a perm. Wise Amanda then tells child Amanda – my girl, love every bit of yourself because life is too short.
As I stomp (there is no grace here) into 2020, I will continue to focus on getting through nursing school while raising my boys and my husband and my dogs and my cats, all while remembering to take care of myself too. Who knew that doing this would bring up so much stuff that I thought I was done with? Nursing school has made me have to address past trauma and really figure out what I need to do with it. Honestly, there were times where I wished myself away but I continued on the quest to rescue myself, sort of like Sarah in the Labyrinth (if you don’t get this reference you are not wise enough yet). As a child, Labyrinth was my dream, my fantasy, my escape. When Sarah faces the Goblin King (David Bowie) at the end of the film, she knows that she can call her friends for help but she must face him alone. While he offers her the chance to make her dreams come true, she remains focused on remembering her script from the play, “Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great.” This is the moment where she remembers her forgotten line, “You have no power over me!” And with that, the Goblin King is defeated.
– amanda laliberte