My uterus is mine, as if every other woman's. What I do with it or what it chooses to do is my business.
Honestly, I had nothing planned and I was just terrified, terrified of meeting new people, and of trying something new.
It took me months, 8 months to be exact, before I would kill my first moose. I'll never forget the feeling. Adrenaline, fear, humbleness in the act itself.
I was scared that it would be lost and that it was important for us to know it if we want our children to learn it it. Thus began our (long) journey to becoming Cree speaking people.
I think one of the reasons I've had a fascination with documenting with photographs is because I have no photographs from my childhood. I have seen less than a handful of baby pictures of myself.