This was my last batch of 2020. The cyan was MEEWASIN and also the first to be snatched up so it didn’t make the picture.

The bottom two were gifts for a couple sweet iskwês in Kisiskatchewani Sipi. Made with extra love because their mom is the sweetest human on the planet.

Linda,

STORY:

I think the only time I ever really felt safe throughout my childhood was when I was with my Kokum Lydia.

She gave me lifetimes of love. Her hands felt like blossomed rose petals.

I miss her often. More than usual as I feel I’m stepping into a new phase in my life.

She died when I was six. I miss her often.

I find solace in the way my mom is slowly morphing in her mom, and me following suit.. with Vatsana looking more and more like me everyday. This makes me happy cry when I see my mom smiling at Vatsana the same way her mom looked at me.

I always prayed she would somehow come back to me.

When I see you and the kids laughing and cuddling I am so overcome with every fucking emotion. I love that they get this time with you and Papa Norman creating the same beautiful moments my Kokum created with me. I know they’ll look back one day and miss these days even in this weird time, so I’m trying my best to soak in each moment lately.

We thank Creator for you over and over.

You are the best most funniest perfect Grandma to our circus. Love you big big.

xo

I wish it was something a bit more noble like acts of service.

Some people are a mix of things like my son Ari, he straddles comfortably between words of affirmation with quality time and put together makes the sweetest boy you have ever met.

Myself on the other hand, I LOVE GETTING NEW OLD UGLY RECYCLED VINTAGE PRICEY SPICEY SHIT EVERYTHING. I’m still not completely certain how it works or where it comes from but its the magic floating in the air after the transaction itself that I don’t know how to explain properly without sounding like a spoiled rat.

*call me Ratticus*

The thought, the act, and the energy that lingers in the air after the “gift” is presented is such a powerful space.

I feel loved here. It could very well stem from my childhood and the lack of basic necessities ranging from clean drinking water to hand me downs till I landed my first job at 14.

Whatever it is, this space is where I melt and flourish.

My favourite gifts are the ones from nicawâsimisak, usually come in the form of love notes, a cup of sugar with a few drips of coffee and hugs where they squeeze me the hardest their little bodies allow.

Priceless. Wholesome. My kids speak my love language fluently. I pray I am doing the same for them.

I haven’t always been in a place to give as much as I have been given throughout my life. Matter of fact I was quite the piece of garbage for a good chunk of my teens slash early adulthood and regretfully hurt a lot of people that genuinely loved me.

Identifying how I interpret love has been so valuable when it comes to my personal healing journey. Sorting out those confusing tough spaces in my life has been the best most painful process.

I know two things: I need to be the best me, for me. Second, both giving and receiving has introduced me to a new version of myself each time. Theres more than enough to give, theres more than enough for everyone. Give what you can.. sometimes thats a smile, sometimes thats monetary, most times it makes all the difference.

Majin Buu is my all time fave

This movie was pure magic. Each of these pieces were gifts. I love love love them all.