#Littlefeather

[gummybearsandgreenmango]

Blown with the Wind

No one knew where the feather came from.

It appeared one balmy summer evening, twirling with the breeze and delighting the child whose cheek tickled as it flew past. Little arms stretched out to try and catch it, but no one could predict which direction it would go. Only the wind knew, and other than a slight whistling as it blew, it gave no clues.

The little feather danced harder even as bigger hands cupped it and gave it to the little ones. It shifted this way and that as a hand held it aloft. This time, it blew against the wind. It tickled the feather when it was brushed along one chubby cheek, delighting in the new sensation. The air rang with peals of unrestrained laughter.

Night came, and the little feather lay on top of the cool wooden nightstand. It was more bedraggled than it had been, it felt tired but sated at the enjoyment it elicited. The fun had been exhilarating, but the little feather had never felt such unrestrained freedom.

It sagged a little - the soft lullaby the child listened to crooning it to sleep. Before he knew it, the mother had gently cast him out of the window where he landed on the soft grass, crackling from the heat of the day. Stunned to find himself in the wilderness again, the little feather lay still.

There was no wind to blow him away, no breeze to take him places. The little feather was resigned to his fate. He couldn't move himself - he had no choice but to wait.

Before he knew it, dawn was peeking from the horizon. A wet object snuffled him away from the ground, now dewy with precipitation. He found himself partially inhaled inside one moist nostril before he was yanked away and thrown into the breeze.

A small cloud of dust carried him off. The wind created by cars zooming along the street conveying him to and fro. The little feather flew for what felt like hours, though in truth, it was only a few minutes.

And so, it happens. Over and over, the little feather finds itself getting picked up, played with and tossed away. The novelty began to wear off, and the little feather was tired of the constant activity.

Craving some silence, the little feather dreamed about the days before he'd drifted that balmy summer. He didn't know where he was, but he'd been among others of his kind. He'd belonged. He'd felt connected to something bigger than himself.

Now, he felt untethered, subject to the whims of the wind, with no possibility of going against the direction it blows.

Finally, the little feather - now battered and weary - lost its wispiness and beauty. It no longer looked fluffy, nor attractive. Its barbs had furled inward, clumping together, dark and soiled.

As it neared the end of its life, it found itself into the compost. And as it disintegrated into the soil, the little feather looked back into his life, and realized that despite the weariness, the uncertainty, and sometimes, the fear, he had lived a full life. He'd travelled, gone to places the other feathers had only dreamed about, and he'd brought joy to others.

Now, he was returning to the earth from which all things came. And, finally, he was at peace.

[octopuscato]

Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💙

[juwelig]

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[chubbycaucasianchristiancloseted]

Go figure a progressive lied and stretched the truth all in name of the “cause”.

Go figure a progressive lied and stretched the truth all in name of the “cause”. Where are the civil rights and POC groups outraged about stolen indigenous ancestry? Love how John Wayne is brought up again about this incident. Just to confirm, we know Sacheen Littlefeather lied about her ancestry, her sisters claim she spent her entire life in a “fantasy”, YET we still trust her account of the events at the Oscars in 1973?

Direct Quotes:

After the actress, model and Native American civil rights activist died at age 75 earlier this month, Littlefeather's two sisters claimed that she lied about her indigenous ancestry and was previously known by the family as "Deb"

"It's a lie," Trudy Orlandi said of her sister. "My father was who he was. His family came from Mexico. And my dad was born in Oxnard."

Littlefeather's other sister Rosalind Cruz added: "It is a fraud. It's disgusting to the heritage of the tribal people. And it's just … insulting to my parents."

Cruz and Orlandi came forward to restore their parents' reputation, as Littlefeather is "being venerated as a saint" after claiming her father was a violent alcoholic who abused them and their white mother.

The Chronicle found family records in Mexico going back to 1850, everyone identified as either white or Mexican since 1880. Additionally, the White Mountain Apache tribe had no enrollment records for Littlefeather or any family members, living or dead.

Orlandi added: "The best way that I could think of summing up my sister is that she created a fantasy. She lived in a fantasy, and she died in a fantasy."

[oldshowbiz]

Peter Falk for Indigenous Rights

[littlefeather-wolf]

1899- Lakota ... Lakota elder Susie Shot-In- the-Eye, moments after Chief Sitting Bull honored her by placing his warbonnet on her head for this photograph. Susie fought alongside her husband and sons at the Battle of the Greasy Grass (Little Big Horn) in 1876 ...

Respect and Honour ✊🏼

[theglitterdome]

The crowning of Sacheen Littlefeather as Miss American Vampire by Jonathan Frid who played Barnabas Collins in Dark Shadows - 1970

[gummygoatgalaxy]

Team Trickory Revamped!!

Just Louie's little troublemaker troup consisting of his cousin, his best friend and his girlfriend

We've Louie Duck, The Schemer and Leader, Circe Moonbeak-McQuack the Chaotic Trickster, Aelius Alexander the Mischievous Dreamer, and Poppy Littlefeather the only one with a conscience

Wasn't vibing with the original, so i improved it!!

@phoofoz @skrrtskrrtkiddo

[native-american-pieces]

BB ...

🐾❣️🐾

[wayas-art]

Prayer of Gratitude for Life ... ✨

Great Creator, we give thanks for this new day, new evening , new night ...

The light that touches the earth and the winds that carry our breath. We honor the life that pulses through all beings, knowing that each animal, tree, and even the smallest blade of grass holds a sacred place in the great circle of life ...

Let us walk gently upon the earth, with love in our hearts for all that breathes, knowing that every life, every spirit, is a part of us, and we are a part of them.We open our hearts to the teachings of the animals who roam the land, the birds who soar above, and the fish who swim in the depths. Each one teaches us how to live in harmony with all that is. May we show kindness to every creature and learn to listen to the silent wisdom of the trees, the flowing rivers, and the mountains that stand tall, ancient and wise. We are one with them, and they with us, for we share the same breath, the same spirit ...

Creator, we offer our deepest thanks for the gift of life you have given us. Help us walk in beauty today, remembering to cherish every moment, every sound, and every soul we encounter. May we live in gratitude, always remembering that life is sacred, and our bond with all living things is eternal. Bless us with the strength to love fully, to honor deeply, and to live in peace ...

A’ho ...

Let this prayer bring peace and harmony to your day, evening , and night ... Wa'do ✊🏼

[blortch]

Giving you the hardest challenge imaginable and asking you which of Mike’s opinions you agree with most

Come on. The man has thousands of hours of talking on and on and like they say every broken clock is right twice a day.

So exactly as the saying goes I'm gonna pick exactly 2 opinions of Mike's I wholly and fully agree with:

Regarding the Oscars : "[because of...] a private industry's award event show. That's all this is. People treat it like it's an election. Like it's just an industry awards event. It's also widely known that the Oscars is rich white people drama awards."

"Jimmy Fallon. The only thing he should host is a parasite."

[neechees]

There's this ndn lady I saw who said that like pale or lighter skinned (& mixed race) Natives are treated "worse" for our skin color like... that's not true at all. We're still favored & treated better if you're on the lighter side & especially if youre frequently mistaken or seen as "White", and ppl treating you like shit or accusing you of being a racefaker is a result of racism towards mixed race Natives for being mixed race, not for our skin color. It hurts to feel like your identity is invalidated, but I feel like implying we're treated "worse" is just a way to sidestep thinking about any privilege you might have

[timetravellingkitty]

Just say you hate women and fuck off

[oldshowbiz]

Alan Alda defends Marlon Brando.

[littlefeather-wolf]

🔥🔥The Crow are also called the Apsáalooke, Absaroka, and Apsaroke. Their name was given them by the Hidatsa, and meant “people [or children] of the large-beaked bird.” Historically, they lived in the Yellowstone River Valley. A Siouan tribe, they once were part of the Hidatsa, living around the headwaters of the upper Mississippi River in northern Minnesota and Wisconsin. Later, the Crow moved to the Devil’s Lake region of North Dakota, before splitting with the Hidatsa and moving westward.

Settling in Montana, the tribe split once again into two divisions, called the Mountain Crow and the River Crow. They were first encountered by two Frenchmen in 1743 near the present-day town of Hardin, Montana. When the Lewis and Clark expedition came upon them in 1804, they estimated some 350 lodges with about 3,500 members ...

[all-things-are-nothing-to-me]