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[sachkiawaaj]

Aunties on the role they play and what their own aunties mean to them

Aunties on the role they play and what their own aunties mean to them

Most of us can recall a time growing up when we needed an adult’s help or advice, but didn’t feel we could turn to our own parents. If we were lucky, we had another adult who could fill that role. In many Indigenous cultures, that beloved, trusted adult is often an auntie: a woman, somewhat older than you, who could be officially related or not. “I think aunties are kind of like, almost like…

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[michaelsavageusa]

Empathy Knows No Bounds: Mike Savage's Humanitarian Outreach Touching Lives in Honduran Communities

In an extraordinary testament to the transformative power of empathy, the narrative of Mike Savage from New Canaan, Connecticut, has taken an unexpected turn as he extends his compassion across continents to impact the lives of Honduran children. This heartwarming story serves as a reminder that genuine concern for others can break down barriers, inspire change, and sow the seeds of hope in even the most challenging circumstances.

The Unlikely Advocate:

Mike Savage, known for his unreserved opinions and often-controversial commentaries on his talk radio show "The Savage Nation," might not seem like an obvious candidate for philanthropy. Yet, in a remarkable twist, Savage has stepped beyond the realm of rhetoric to embody his convictions through action. His journey from the airwaves of fiery debates to the ground-level realities of Honduran communities reflects the multifaceted nature of an individual's capacity to make a difference. The Birth of Muscle Car Culture Mike Savage

Reaching Across Continents:

The lush landscapes of Honduras are home to vibrant cultures and resilient communities, but they also face their share of challenges, notably poverty that disproportionately affects children. Savage's involvement stems from recognition that privilege comes with a responsibility to uplift those less fortunate. Collaborating with local NGOs and international organizations, Savage's efforts extend to areas such as education, healthcare, and community development.

Educational Endeavors: One of the cornerstones of Savage's philanthropy is his focus on education. By providing scholarships, funding schools, and supporting educational infrastructure, he is creating avenues for young minds to transcend the limitations of their circumstances. These efforts ripple through generations, as educated children are more likely to break free from the cycle of poverty and contribute positively to their communities.

Health and Well-being: Savage's commitment to holistic change is evident in his support for healthcare initiatives. The lack of access to quality medical services is a stark reality for many Honduran children. Through collaborations with medical clinics and health programs, Savage is not only providing immediate relief but also fostering healthier communities where individuals can thrive.

Planting Seeds of Hope:

The impact of Savage's involvement extends far beyond the material contributions. His actions communicate a message of hope and solidarity to those facing adversity. By choosing to stand with Honduran children, he demonstrates that compassion knows no boundaries. His efforts inspire not only the recipients but also those who witness the potential for positive change that emerges when individuals leverage their resources for the greater good.

A Global Ripple Effect:

Savage's story of humanitarian outreach transcends the immediate communities it affects. It resonates as a call to action, urging others to consider the power of their own actions, no matter how unexpected. It illustrates that every individual, regardless of their background or reputation, can become an instrument of change when driven by a genuine desire to alleviate suffering and create a brighter future.

Conclusion:

In an era where divisiveness and discord often dominate the headlines, the narrative of Mike Savage's philanthropic endeavors shines as a beacon of unity and compassion. His journey from New Canaan to Honduras exemplifies the potential for empathy to traverse borders and spark meaningful change. It prompts us all to reflect on the impact we can have on the lives of others, transcending differences to connect on a fundamental human level. Through his actions, Savage teaches us that empathy, when transformed into action, has the power to transform lives, uplift communities, and weave a tapestry of shared humanity that spans the globe.

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[hinahasan]

why the national truth, reconciliation and hope day

why the national truth, reconciliation and hope day

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/unreserved/national-day-for-truth-and-reconciliation-goal-1.6589363?__vfz=medium%3Dsharebar

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[allthecanadianpolitics]

American Sign Language is the most widely used sign language for those who are hearing impaired or deaf, but Indigenous people used sign languages long before the development of ASL.

There's Plateau Sign Language, which is used on the West coast by nations such as the Salish, Inuit Sign Language and Plains Indian Sign Language.

Martin Heavy Head Jr. is a member of the Blood Tribe of the Blackfoot Confederacy in Alberta, and he grew up speaking Plains Indian Sign Language, though he is not deaf.

"Generally speaking, people didn't understand one another's languages, so there had to be a universal language among the Plains Indians," Heavy Head said.

Historically, Plains Indian Sign Language was used by the Crow, Cree, Gros Ventre and Sioux, among other plains nations as a way to communicate with one another when there was no one to translate when the nations came together.

"When we were going to be making a treaty... it was the language that was used because we didn't fully understand each other's languages, but everybody spoke Plains Indian Sign Language," Heavy Head said.

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[neil-gaiman]

Just a note to say, if you don't know who Alanis Obomsawin is, you should find out. The Glenn Gould Prize Jury did, and when we'd finished finding out we awarded her the $100,000 prize.

An international symbol of creative excellence, the Glenn Gould Prize is awarded to an individual for a unique lifetime contribution that has enriched the human condition through the arts. Living candidates of any nationality are eligible. Nominations are submitted via an online form.

She's now 88. Her music, her art, her films, her body of work, is astonishing and inspiring, and has enriched humanity.

Find out about her. Trust me.

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/unreserved/50-years-of-indigenous-cinema-the-impact-of-alanis-obomsawin-1.5154592

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[pnwdoodlesreads]

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

Ignorance is Blitzed (Part Three)

Ron Speirs x Reader

Summary: When you come into contact with some substance that makes you sick while on a routine building search, Ron realizes he may not be as emotionally detached as he’d thought initially thought.

Warnings: war-typical violence, a (literally) dashing nightmare magpie prince, potty words, angst maybe?, a few ocs but don’t get too attached bbs, a very sad attempt at witty dialogue ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

If you weren’t convinced that Dike was moments from getting himself, you,  and the rest of Easy killed, you would’ve sworn that you were going to kill him yourself.

At least if you shot him, it meant that someone who actually knew what they were doing could take his place, and that meant that something like this would never happen again.

There may not be an Easy Company left to save, in a few seconds….

You, Christenson, and a few replacements had found cover behind the shell of a truck, a few yards up the field from the hay bale you knew Dike to be hiding behind. 

“What in the fuck is happening over there?” Christenson shouted, the replacements trying their best to hold cover while the two of you desperately tried to figure out a way to get somewhere more tactical to alleviate the fire currently being hailed upon all of you like some biblical plague.

“Dike’s being a pussy!” one of the replacements replied before a bullet dinged him in the helmet and he cursed pitchily. “Why isn’t anyone doing anything—?”

You could hear shouting from the hay bale, so you knew your friends over there were still alive and trying to do something.

If we stay here, we’ll die before we can even try to do something helpful.

“What’s CP doing?” you shout to the replacement on your left, grabbing his vest and pulling him down out of the line of fire. “Use you binoculars—!”

With (understandably) fumbling  hands, the young man brings the apparatus to his face and scans the tree line, cursing aloud each moment that passes and he can’t see them.

Anxious energy has you so keyed up your body is trembling, but you know that if you rush him it’ll just stress him out and make it worse.

“Good job,” you say, even though both you and he know that he hasn’t really accomplished anything yet. “I’ve got you covered, just let me know whenever—”

“Got em.”

Both you and Chistenson share a look of minute relief. So far, this was the first thing about this godforsaken day that had gone right.

At least the lot of you hadn’t been left to die.

“What do you see, Nelson?” the other replacement, Grante with an ‘E’, called as he reloaded his gun. “Does it look like they’re on the radio—?”

“Winters is coming—no, wait!”

You spot a runner for the Germans from your peripheral, and without hesitation you take aim and subdue them. 

Six months ago I would’ve shot to wound….what would my family say if they saw me now?

They’d have to talk to you first, and you weren’t sure if that would ever happen again.

“Oh, shit…..it’s your boyfriend—”

“What?!”  

You squint stupidly in the direction of the trees, seeing nothing but suddenly terrified at the prospect of having to watch Nix or Bull or Grant (or whoever else these dicks you worked with decided you were sleeping with) get killed in their stupid attempt at bravery.

Unless he means….

You watch someone burst through the smoke of a target-missing mortar blast, charging like some avenging God of War towards the hay bale shrouding Dike, Lip, Luz, and however many more of your friends were trapped behind before disappearing.

Ron Speirs, you goddamned psychopath.

“Fuck.” you bit out, turning to Christenson and getting his attention. “Any sign of I Company?”

The four of you initially had been part of a bigger group, and your aim had been to hook up along the outer fringes with some of I Company and create a perimeter from which the Nazi soldiers would be unable to escape or send for reinforcements. 

Christenson nodded. “They look like they’re waiting on us—”

“Yeah, well tell ‘em to get in line!” Grante barked unhelpfully, his voice cracking and reminding you just how young he was. “We’re waiting on us, too!”

You hear a shout of your last name, and when you look back to the hay bale you see that Ron and Lipton are waving to get your attention.

When you meet Ron’s eyes you see the fire of battle raging inside of him, and you can’t help but feel relief that Dike was no longer in charge of your fate.

Using hand signals that had been drilled into your head ever since Georgia you tell him and Lip that five of your party are down, but you have eyes on I Company and just need the okay to hook up with them.

You watched as the two men spoke to eachother, and when they turned away from you you imagined they were relaying what you’d said to Luz so he could let Sink know your intentions.

After a few moments, Speirs tells you with quick and precise motions that you are good to go— he has cover fire arranged for your group so you can dash the final 200 yards into the building you knew housed I Company.

You shoot him a thumbs up before turning to Christenson and nodding excitedly.

“Ready, kids?” you ask, and when they voice their readiness you make a dash for it, leaving the shell of protection the car provided behind and running as quickly as you could towards the bombed out farmhouse, the sound of heavy breathing letting you know that at least Christenson was right behind you.

You don’t look back, can’t look back- all that mattered right now was forward and careful and shouting “flash FLASH FLASH!”

The call of THUNDER preceded you and Christenson all but throwing yourselves through the doorway and into the arms of the five I Company men you’d arranged to meet.

“Fuck, where’ve you been?!” one of them is shouting in your face, and you glare at them qyuickly before looking to where a blood-speckled Nelson is gasping for breath in the doorway. Grante was nowhere to be seen, and one look from Nelson told you that the younger man hadn’t made it.

“The salon, getting my hair permed.” you deadpan to the rifleman, finding the CO and shaking his hand.

“Where do you want us?”

He nods and waves Christenson and Nelson over. “Just this way, ma’am….”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

“Ho-ly shit.”

You look up at the I Company CO (Parker, you remember quickly)  parts of a jammed machine gun between your legs as you desperately attempt to fix Nelson’s weapon.

“What?” you ask, fingers moving faster than your mind can keep up with as you quickly dislodge the shrapnel from the chamber of the gun and begin putting the thing back together on reflex.

You had been holding the line for the past hour, and for that hour the same question had been on everyone’s mind. “Tanks? Did we miss a runner—?”

Where the fuck is the rest of Easy? They should’ve been here by now to check in….

When the gun is reassembled, you shove it into the replacement’s hand and move to see what has Parker so excited, hoping beyond hope that you’d see the faces of your friends rushing to meet you.

To your horror, you only saw one face, and it happened to be the face of the man who made a point to be the one who woke you up each morning with a full canteen and the promise of breakfast.

Of course it’s going to be someone important to me, my…..whatever it is he is to me.

 “Where’s everybody?” Christenson shouted, an unfazed Ron breezing past him to quickly grab the ammo and sling it over his shoulder.

Ron goes straight to the CO and starts talking to him in harsh tones under his breath, yet his eyes still search the room until they find yours.

He’s okay, he’s safe and he’s here now. It’s okay.

You give him a nod before moving on to the next jammed weapon that had been shoved into your hands wordlessly by Christenson after he takes one of the German ones from a body next to him.

Fucking Dike. He’d have us fighting with slingshots and pebbles if it meant he got to stay warm at the CP. Half of us didn’t even have weapons until Bill and Babe started repossessing the Army’s shit. If we survive this, I’m going to kill Dike, I swear to God….

You fix the gun, glad it was only a minor fix that was needed this time. When you look back to Ron, he’s tightening his helmet on his head and looking back the way he had just come.

Goddamnit. Of course he’s running back into danger. He’s Ron fucking Speirs.

You shake yourself from your stupor and quickly rush over to him as he picks up the last of his things and prepares to go.

When he looks up at you, you shove the rifle you’d taken off the corpse of a German you’d come across on your last scouting mission into his hands and take his standard issued one away.

“Take this one,” you say breathlessly, as if you were the one who had been running. “It holds more rounds and shoots cleaner.”

He nods, eyes wild with adrenaline as he scans you over for any sign of injury.

“You good?” he asks, and you nod and try to shrug casually.

It’s hard, you are also nearly vibrating with adrenaline and nervous energy.

“I’d ask you the same, but clearly you’ve got a death wish, so—”

Before you can finish chastising him, his rough hands come up to grip your face and he smashes his lips to yours in a rough kiss that’s nearly bruising in its force.

Oh...OH. Oh shit!

You inhale sharply through your nose, head tilting back as he steps into you and puts his hands on your shoulders and squeezed.

You gape at him stupidly when he pulls back and feel the blood rushing to your cheeks in surprise at his boldness.

You hadn’t been kissed since long before Georgia, hadn’t wanted to be kissed or coddled or shown too much affection because in your relatively short life, you’d come to know unreserved compassion as a weakness. 

“Love is nice but it isn’t reliable. Life isn’t a fairytale, sweetheart— everything has a price.

Nothing can hurt you if you don’t let it matter in the first place….”

Well, Mom— I’m doing my best, but I just don’t know if you’re right about this one, not this time….

Ron smirks down at you with such a self-satisfied look you smack him lightly on the chest on reflex rather than due to any actual upset.

“Yell at me later.” he offers when you open your mouth to speak, and with one more quick, breath-stealing kiss he’s gone again, running into enemy fire far too casually for your liking.

When you turn to watch him go you catch Christenson staring at you, a similar expression of shock on his face.

Ok, so I didn’t dream that, that actually happened.

You have to literally shake your head in order to get through the surprise, and when you do a weird pit of anger forms in your stomach.

That fucker better live, because he can’t just do that and run off.

You square your shoulders and grab the newly repaired gun at your feet, going to the hole in the wall and shooting at anything that looks as if it may mean Ron Speirs any harm.

He rolls over a stone fence, and you can’t help but shake your head.

He’s fucking with my plans, that son of a bitch. 

“So, uh….that was—”

“Shut up, Christenson. Just…. shut up.”

You hear the hitch of a chuckle from his direction. 

“Bull will be happy—”

“Shut. The fuck. Up! Keep shooting, you damn fucking child….!”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Ask him how far away their backup is.”

You nod to Dick, dutifully repeating the question to the bruised and bloodied german soldier who sat before a group of you after his comrade had identified him as his superior officer.

You listen to the mumbled reply and nod. “About three hours by foot, an hour if you cut through fields.”

“Ask him for a number. How many miles? How many villages?”

You press him for specifics, but he just spits bloodily at Dick’s feet before calling him something you couldn’t fully translate (but assumed was insulting).

“I’ll take it that’s a no on getting specifics.” Nix smirked, stepping to the soldier and grabbing him bodily by the arm. “I think battalion’s gonna love you—”

You squeeze your eyes shut as Lewis leads the captured man to a truck where the others are waiting to be transported back to wherever they’d set up HQ, pinching at the pressure point at the top of the bridge of your nose in a vain attempt to ease some of the pain of your stress headache.

“Headache?” Winters asks, and you instantly lower your hand and straighten up.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” 

He chuckles at that, giving you a knowing look. “I think you and I both know you could lose a limb and still insist that you’re fit for duty.”

You scoff a laugh. “I suppose it would depend on which limb…. and what duty, Sir.”

He looks at you with all the exhaustion of a first time father, and you laugh in earnest.

“Go see someone if it gets too bad.”

“Sir.” you nod.

You smile as you watch him walk away, catching up with Nixon and falling into step with the man easily.

How I got accused of screwing Nixon and Winters hasn’t, I’ll never understand….

Turning to look back at the war-torn downtown, you catch Grant’s eye and he waves you over.

By the time you get to him, you find that he isn’t alone.

Leaning against the wall beside your friend is Ron Speirs, looking far too at ease for someone who you had spotted running through enemy tanks not an hour before.

“Heard you had an exciting day!”

You freeze, eyes widening as you feel yourself blushing again. 

Shit. SHIT!

“Oh, I….um—”

“I was telling him about the car you hid behind,” Ron supplied mercifully, and you feel relief so instantly that you have to brace a hand against the side of the building in order to catch yourself.

“Oh, yes! That exciting part of my day.”

Chuck looks at you strangely for a moment, bringing a hand to your forehead and holding it there.

You roll your eyes and push his hand away, smacking at it again when he tries to repeat the action. “Charles—”

“Grant, Tab!” 

The three of you turn towards the direction of Malarkey’s voice, the man jerking his thumb back to one of the trucks.

“Got some stuff for you that just got here…”

Giving you one last look, he points his finger in your face like he’s scolding a child.

“This interrogation isn’t over, young lady—”

“Don’t you mean conversation?” Ron asks, smoke from his cigarette floating around his face like fog over a lake.

You nod your head in Ron’s direction in a sign of agreement, and Chuck moves his arm so he’s now pointing at Ron.

“Y/n and I are far past social pleasantries, and I would never insult her by lying...”

You roll your eyes and gesture in the direction Grant had been called from.

“Don’t keep Mother waiting, you know how she gets.”

You watch Grant jog over and away from sight. Ron’s fingers deftly pull your braid out from beneath your collar and smooths it down, following the length of your spine in such a way that no one else would’ve been able to see should they look over suspiciously.

“If you didn’t look like you’d just committed a crime,” he says matter-of-factly. “He probably would’ve just given you a pat on the back and moved on.”

You turn and look at him over your shoulder, the closeness of his face reminding you of how he’d held you when you thought you were dying all those months ago.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly, suddenly feeling very shy around him.

He hums, lips quirking up in a quick smile. “Well, my ‘suicidal death wish’ didn’t pan out as well as I’d hoped, so I’ll live—”

Something in your face made him stop, and with gentle hands he takes your shoulders and turns you to face him completely. You let him walk the two of you back behind the building a bit before stepping in to you again.

Like he had before, in the farmhouse after he kissed me….

You flush at the memory, and you may as well have said what was on your mind because he whispers your name in the way he does when he knows you’re overthinking things(or at least starting to).

Meeting his softened gaze, bite the inside of your cheek before speaking.

“I’m mad at you.” you say, hating the lack of conviction in your voice.

He nods, expression one of consideration as his hands come up to hold your face.

“I know.”

“Because what you did was really stupid—”

“I know—”

“And then you pull a move like that, hey” you cut yourself off when he smirks again, a chuckle in his throat when you glare at him. “Don’t you dare look so damn proud of yourself, I’m yelling at you—”

“Which move would you be referring to?” he goads, and you frown in order to hide the grin that threatens to break across your face. You shake your head in disbelief, leaning back against the side of the building.

“Oh my God.” you scoff out. “Are you teasing me right now? Ronald Speirs, you’re unbelievable”

He smiles down at you, and you let yourself smile back at him and nervously bring one of your hands up to cover his as it slides down to cup the side of your neck. 

Your smile slips as your eyes unintentionally flicker down to his lips again, remembering how they felt against your own.

Shooting a quick look to either side, you slowly raise onto your toes and give him a quick, shy peck. You can feel him grin for a split second before he kisses you deeply and far more thoroughly than you’ve ever been kissed before.

You sigh into the kiss, eyes drifting closed as you wrap your arms around his torso and fist the material of his jacket in your hands.

When you break for air you rest your cheek against his shoulder, hugging him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” you mumble, and for a moment you think he may not have caught what you said.

“If you think I’m going to let something as stupid as a bullet or a mortar stop me from coming back to you,” His lips are at your temple, and when you pull back to look at him follows you and gives you another smug grin. “you’ve got another thing coming.”

As you open your mouth to reply, the both of you hear Nixon calling your name, loudly asking people if they’ve seen you and which way you’d gone.

You both sigh, and smile at each other at the unintentional synchronization of the action.

“I think your boyfriend is looking for you.” He pulls playfully on your braid when you roll your eyes at him and gently push him away.

“I think I liked you better when you were just quiet and broody and handsome—”

Ron smiles wickedly at that, and you groan when you realized what you’d just said.

“Don’t let it get to your head-”

“Too late.” 

Ducking another quick kiss to your lips, he steps back just in time as Nixon rounds the corner, his words forgone in favor of eyeing the two of you suspiciously.

“What were you—”

“What’s up Lew?” you interrupt, trying your best to not look...what had Ron compared it to? 

Looking like you’d committed a crime….

Giving Ron a scrutinizing once over, Nix looked back to you and raised a brow.

“Dick’s wondering if you can show him how to switch one of the Kraut scopes to a rifle…”

“Sure!” you said, far too brightly. You had a feeling if you looked back at Ron he’d be smirking in unabashed amusement at your awkwardness. “Lead the way…”

With a frown and a suspicious hmph, Nix turned and began to walk in the direction from which he’d come.

You follow dutifully, giving Ron a quick smile over your shoulder as you hurried to catch up with Lewis.

Ron looked beyond pleased with himself, shooting you a quick wink before bringing another cigarette to his lips and lighting it.

“Care to explain that?” Nix asks under his breath once you catch up to him, taking your arm in his like the two of you were at some cotillion.

You smirk to yourself, rolling your lips together to hide the action.

“Nothing to explain, Nixy. Everything’s perfect….”

And for the first time in your life, you truly meant it.

OOF HERE WE ARE AGAIN! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR READING THE RAMBLINGS I THROW IN YOUR DIRECTION AND SORRY IF IT SUCKS

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[rhiannonforall]

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[sachkiawaaj]

Rare Indigenous eyewitness account of Battle of the Little Bighorn found in Ontario

Rare Indigenous eyewitness account of Battle of the Little Bighorn found in Ontario

51:07Retelling history from Indigenous perspectives A rare Indigenous perspective of the Battle of the Little Bighorn is discovered in a donation to the Peel Art Gallery and Museum. It helps us consider a significant event in history from an Indigenous perspective, something that organizations like Festival du Voyageur in Manitoba and the Haida Gwaii Institute in British Columbia are also doing…

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[linguisten]

#sign languages #indigenous languages #language #linguistics #lingblr

[joiedecombat]

I can't give the Quill Collective's The Darcy Monologues an unreserved recommendation; I found it a fairly mixed bag. There were some stories in it I really enjoyed and can recommend, though:

"Death of a Bachelor" by Caitlin Williams. Darcy doing his best to survive the last four days leading up to his wedding and a fairly disastrous first six hours or so of marriage. He does not always accomplish this with much grace. Williams' banter is on point and her willingness to let Darcy's flaws show through is much appreciated.

"If Only A Dream" by Joana Starnes. Lady Catherine breaks her ankle in a bad fall, preventing Darcy's intended escape from Rosings after the Hunsford proposal. Darcy getting served some home truths by both of his cousins is a good time, but mostly I enjoyed this one for the key scene late in the story where he succumbs to the combination of alcohol and fatigue and has an unfiltered conversation with his dream image of Elizabeth - that's my kind of shit, there.

"Reason to Hope" by Jenetta James. A nice immersive WWII AU featuring RAF Group Captain Darcy, WLA Elizabeth, and the bombing of London. I just really like the tone of this one, the way the characters' voices read and the feel of the setting that's evoked. I could see and hear it all playing out in my mind's eye like a BBC production.

"Some mornings I wake and think I am at home and that is a privilege. Because when it stops, that will mean that the agony has got me. I am closer to people around me than ever I was in peacetime. I listen to men speaking of ordinary things and think 'that is a life.' I trust that, assuming I survive, I shall always remember that."

"So, what's the nonsense then?"

"All the decoration around the edges. You know, money and houses and well-cut suits."

"Cars?" she asked with a smile, looking around her.

"Touché. I love this car like a first-born child. I mean other things. I mean worrying about where a person comes from or who their parents were. I mean even thinking about where a man went to school, or his accent, or the way he stands. It gets in the way of things."

It was true, but that was the first time I had said it. The components of that thought had been swimming around my mind unconnected for some time. Had she brought them together?

"I am surprised to hear you say that. Surprised, and rather ashamed. Because when I met you, I thought that was all you were about."

"Don't be ashamed. That sounds too much like regret."

"The Ride Home" by Ruth Phillips Oakland: a modern AU with probably my favorite execution of the bunch, since almost the entire story plays out over the course of Darcy coming to rescue a very drunk Elizabeth from a disaster date and driving her back to Bingley's house at one in the morning, working valiantly to act like a gentleman and also not wreck Bingley's Porsche in the process.

Honorable mentions to "The Beast of Pemberley" by Melanie Stanford (Beauty and the Beast AU), "You Don't Know Me" by Beau North (1960s radio station AU), and "Darcy Strikes Out" by Sophia Rose (modern baseball AU).

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The Transfiguration of Jesus (Lakota Icon)

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The Transfiguration of Jesus icon print by Father John Giuliani is a depiction of Jesus' encounter with Moses and Elijah on Mt. Tabor.

All three figures are imaged as Lakota. Moses, wrapped in buffalo hide, wears a Chief's feathered headdress and carries an eagle wing as a sign of authority. Elijah the prophet carries the peace pipe. Jesus, transfigured as the Annointed One, wears a white Hudson blanket and is encircled by the emanation of celestial light.

Traditional iconography gives witness to the human face of the Sacred. This icon, imaged in the features of America's indigenous peoples, reveals anew that sacred power. It celebrates the soul of the Native American as the original spiritual presence on this continent, and as a prophetic sign, it celebrates the vision of Native and Christian peoples of this land.

Available as a print or notecard at http://www.bridgebuilding.com/narr/gtra.html

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Fr. John Giuliani died in January 2021.

An excellent, lengthy article about him and his art is at https://uscatholic.atavist.com/sacredfaces

Here are a few excerpts:

In 1990, as the country prepared to celebrate the 500th anniversary of the arrival of Christopher Columbus, something in Father John Giuliani’s heart recoiled. His knowledge of the violence, suffering, and oppression the Native American peoples endured contrasted sharply with the upcoming national celebration of European “discovery” of the Americas. But what could he do? As an artist, priest, and person of Italian descent, he wanted to do something to make his own personal reparation for the atrocities of the past.

Father Giuliani threw himself into creating paintings that celebrated the lives and cultures of indigenous peoples. A classically trained iconographer with a great love for beauty, a meticulous eye for detail, and a researcher’s disposition, he quickly produced 22 pieces of art over the course of a year. These works not only sparked a wave of critical interest in his art but also encouraged him to dive deeper artistically and spiritually into an unfamiliar worldview—one predating the arrival of Christianity in the United States.

Giuliani’s obvious deep respect for the people he depicts and distinct iconographic style offer audiences a glimpse into a spiritual perspective that, while different from European Christianity, has much to teach audiences about our relationship to God. While technically impressive, his art also expresses a love for Native American peoples and their own artistry, which comes to the fore in each of his paintings....

Native Americans and their way of life have all too often been marginalized—both in the past and in the present. Giuliani’s work brings a much-needed celebration of these cultures to the public eye, showing us the beauty in ways of life besides our own. His work destabilizes our image of saints and other religious figures as people who look like and reminds us that there is truth in other religions, cultures, and histories. It also reminds us of the true meaning of the incarnation: God, sent down in human form to save us all, regardless of our skin color, culture, or religion.

His family maintains his website, with higher quality icon prints and more, at http://www.jbgicon.com/

The history of the Hudson Bay blanket wrapped around Jesus in the icon has “a complicated history.” https://www.cbc.ca/radio/unreserved/uncovering-the-complicated-history-of-blankets-in-indigenous-communities-1.5264926/the-complicated-history-of-the-hudson-s-bay-point-blanket-1.5272430

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Be advised this story contains language some readers may find offensive

Christina Gray spent a lot of time in national parks, reading plaques and paying attention to the names of nearby mountains, lakes and rivers.

She quickly realized how most places were named after Europeans — or, in some cases, their pets.

Gray, a Ts'msyen and Dene lawyer, decided to make it a mission to reclaim Indigenous place names.

What she found in her report with Daniel Rück for the Yellowhead Institute wasn't all that surprising to her. "[It is] mostly white people or settlers who are changing the names to suit their whims or desires or values," Gray said.

Many of the stories about how places were named are similar — they started out with an Indigenous name but it was replaced with an English one.

The report mentions a German-Canadian land surveyor named Otto Klotz, who named lakes in southern Manitoba after his children, employees and even his pets.

Gray said some examples are much more egregious than others. A peak near Canmore, Alta. nicknamed "Squaw's Tit" was one that stuck out for her.

The word "squaw" is a derogatory term used against Indigenous women.

"It almost makes me want to cry, actually," Gray said. "But [a few] people had such a personal connection to the place name … and didn't want it to be renamed.

"Think about [how] there's so many missing and murdered Indigenous women in Canada and how you referred to something that's so awful ... those have effects, real-life effects on people. It's not just about a place name."

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