Though dreamcatchers are quite abundant, finding real authentic dreamcatchers is not that easy. Real handmade dream catchers are usually small in size and feature sacred charms like feathers and beads. Many dreamcatchers for sale today, however, are much more American than Native American, often oversized and made of cheap plastic materials. Many Native Americans still consider the dreamcatcher to be a symbol of unity and identification among the many Indian Nations and First Nations cultures. Still, many other Native Americans have come to see dream catchers as an symbol of cultural appropriation, over-commercialized and offensively misappropriated and misused by non-Natives. I wish I knew were I got this first paragraph from not sure it could be a combination of sources. I am going to push this entry forward. I agree with every word. It was brought to my attention by my granddaughter,Janiya thank you.
I was told how to make the dream catcher by a native a Member of our family. I think the gaudy pink one should go. The one I made with help is legitimate and a fond memory, almost a miracle because being easily distracted I am surprised that I understood what to do and I did it.
Dreamcatcher Meaning Today: Authentic Symbol or Cultural Appropriation?
I am up and what am I doing, watching Better Things on Hulu. I thought this series was over, just ran in to it trying to finish another series I can’t find about sisters. I rely on these series but I don’t want to. It’s like watching a life less lonely and solitary than my own. I like the places that they live in even the food they eat. I don’t remember t.v. being so good or relevant. It’s actually very unlike t.v. as it was, or even as it is now. But it is like real life maybe a little more interesting more entertaining. I have to stay up long enough so I don’t lay in bed thinking about my real life my brain searching for problems to solve without the energy to solve them or the memory to resolve them.
In what world would nurses have to demonstrate to get patience to please stay home and be well.
The reason I do this is for the sake of connection.
I need to remember that is my motive l am lonely I miss the children I am afraid of this long separation years and years going by.
I really need to know that I mean something I need to find the incentive to keep trying not worrying that my age and my physical problems will keep me out of the circle. Someday I am coming back so leave room for me please.
Requires time as well as research if only to establish what kind of mutual interest I might have with others.
Me/The Rest of the world trying and writing.
On my mind today are why did the Doctor tell me to get an ultrasound then have an office person call me to set up an appointment to discuss results. I am like an old Car I have a list of concerns I thought that my teeth and my knee were the most important on my list. I feel like a full time job of maintenance. This new thing is not welcome. I have other things more fun and less ominous to think about. I was listening to the Dali Lamas Cat it is to difficult to multi task so I can only hope to remember to go back to listen. I hope that whatever mystery discovered will not make other concerns more concerning.
I regret not taking better care of myself paying more attention to what I eat or finding out if taking naproxen could affect my liver. In the meantime it’s a waiting game. One week!
I am tired of trump and all his cronies I thought this country was past him and people like him
Truth is they were there invisible in crevices all along
Waiting confined least they be stepped on by actual thinkers
Welcoming climate change offering no hope
Sinking selfishly into the quicksand of greed not realizing the circle they made would soon grow big enough to encompass them
Then the servants all immigrants for no one really has the right to withhold the land to sell the rights to water leave the 1%
LEFT without attention they shrivel like raisins
In the sun there is a new beginning were the least we do is enjoy the privilege of shared humanity
Our parched lips drink it in like a new thought never having crossed our minds we are liberated from the pinky finger believing its scrawny digit could defeat us
We only had to use our minds