We can rise up from the charred cinders of our brokenness by transforming our hands to be creative.
Why is voting important to me?
What does freedom look like to you? I see freedom and unlimited possibilities in the landscape of The Kainai Reserve.
Reflections on the 3rd anniversary of my mother’s death, and the lessons I’m learning about living life with purpose.
Learning life lessons when confronted with negative circumstances and people.
The purpose driven life brings unexpected adventures & experiences for anyone willing to step out on faith.
Teaching, learning, sharing and healing through indigenous textiles.
On the eve of my second Mother’s Day without a living momma, I’m being made stronger than I’ve ever been by the teachings in Saint Paul’s letter to the Roman Church. The Holy Spirit grouped me with women believers who shared testimonies of faith in BSF classes, while we studied Romans over 29 lessons. TheContinue reading “To God Be The Glory::Life Lessons From The Greatest Letter Ever Written”
The blessing of a new year is the privilege to roll the dial back to 001. Being at one signifies a new day, a brand new start, having another opportunity to get living life right. My reward to myself is a continuous 28-day pledge to draw, make color and journal the process. I’m a teachingContinue reading “A New Year With Penland On My Mind”
After crying for twenty hours because I’m going to be an orphan soon, I surrender all. I’m at the end of my bloodline because I’m dirt and river water. I’m Toisnoit Skaru:re to Contentnea Creek, a Gatekeepers off-spring that hid in plain sight for 300 years. I’m this black earth where people from Fort Neyuheru:keContinue reading “Crying The Blues Away”