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rrlexchange · 5 months

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Loving this gorgeous capsule collection by designer and seventh generation #Dine (#Navajo) textile artist Naiomi Glasses. Naiomi's designs celebrate Navajo pattern work and centuries-old weaving traditions. Traditional motifs, like directional crosses, dragonflies, spider woman crosses, and others are found across this gorgeous collection. #RalphLauren #RRL #PoloWestern#Dinetah #NavajoNation #NaoimiGlasses #RRLwestern#RRLnavajo #RRLstyle

#double rl #rrl exchange #ralph lauren western #rrl western #ralph lauren #rrlexchange #rrl #polo western #doublerl #polo ralph lauren #navajonation #dinetah #dine #polo indian chief

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 months

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Mammatus clouds over Ah-Shi-Sle-Pah Wilderness Study Area, name derived from Diné "áshįįh łibá" ("salt, but it is gray"), about 7.5 miles northwest of Nageezi (Naayízí), Dinétah, New Mexico. Photo: Jesse Bull Chris (Jan 2024) :: [Thanks to Robert Scott Horton]

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There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, ‘tis like the Distance On the look of Death –

Emily Dickinson [F320]

#Ah-Shi-Sle-Pah #New Mexico #Dine #Dinetah #Mammatus clouds #Nageezi #Jesse Bull Chris #poem #poetry #Emily Dickinson

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atozphantomsquadron · 9 months

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Full Text of Dinetah Dragon

Prologue - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26

#phantom squadron #dinetah dragon

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davidaolson · 1 year

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The Dinetah

Monument Valley is sovereign Navajo Land known to the inhabitants as the Dinetah. Visitors are allowed to view the rock formation from the road only and are not allowed off the road unless accompanied by the Navajo. It is understandable because the Bilagáana, white people, tend to not respect the land even when that land is a sacred to the inhabitants as the Vatican is to Catholics.

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#Monument Valley

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pinkyshow · 1 year

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On Native Land: Pinky & Bunny are visited by the ghosts of 10,000 slaughtered sheep (2009).

From our On Native Land series. Here we see lots of ghosts of Navajo Churro sheep (shot by U.S. Government agents and soldiers, poisoned water, radioactive contamination, etc.) coming around during Pinky & Bunny's most recent walk through Dinetah.

#pinky #bunny #the pinky show #navajo #first nations #native american #u.s. history #settler colonialism #genocide #sheep #art

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sistahscifi · 2 years

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We looooove #bookmark posts!!! You can purchase Trail of Lightning from our @instagram, @facebook, @shopify, @tiktok, @librofm (audiobook) or @pinterest stores. Link in bio: @sistahscifi. Better yet, check it out from your local #library!!! Reposted from @caits.little.grey.cells ⚡️Trail of Lightning ⚡️ By Rebecca Roanhorse @rebeccaroanhorse ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️/5 “Welcome to the Sixth World. While most of the world has drowned beneath ‘Big Water’, the sudden rising of waters as a result of climate apocalypse, the Dinetah (Formerly the Navajo Reservation) has been reborn…” I loved this book!!!! So much, I ordered the second installment halfway through reading this one. Roanhorse captures you from page 1. Maggie, our badass Monsterslayer, is complex, a little broken, but full of strength, resilience and fierceness. Navigating apocalyptic life with her clan powers and the abandonment of her mentor, Maggie is pulled into the fray when new cannibal monsters appear. Maggie is joined by Medicine Man Kai to solve the mystery. Their journey had me flying through the pages unable to put this one down. Roanhorse is an auto-buy for me. I am kicking myself for not picking this one up sooner! “ “Greed is Universal…Seems anywhere there’s a natural resource, there’s someone willing to hoard it for themselves to make more money than they can spend.”... I think of the Protectors, the people who fought the multinationals in the Energy Wars and lost. Until Earth herself stepped in and drowned them all regardless of personal politics…”Water is Life,” I say” Great if you love: Speculative fiction, Indigenous futurism, Buffy, Mercy Thomspon, and/or Charlaine Harris. #trailoflightning #thesixthworld #specscifi #scifi #sistahscifi #rebeccaroanhorse #indigenousfuturism #roanhorse #dinétah I purchased both from @sistahscifi // @sagasff @simonbooks @simonandschuster https://www.instagram.com/p/CfAk7xIrmu-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#bookmark #library #trailoflightning #thesixthworld #specscifi #scifi #sistahscifi #rebeccaroanhorse #indigenousfuturism #roanhorse #dinétah

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nolonelyroads · 3 years

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Hero Twins Petroglyphs, San Juan County, NM. Possible representations of the Navajo Hero Twins, Tóbájíshchíní (Born of Water), and Naayéé’ neizghání (Monster Slayer) often depicted with an ornate headdress. There are varying origins of these Spirit People, but a general belief is that they were born from White-Shell Woman, the daughter of the Earth and Sky, and they defeated monsters that threatened their people. I want to be careful sharing information like this because I am not Native American, and I am passing along what I have read from Navajo sources. If you wish to learn more about the Navajo Creation Beliefs, please do your own research and know that many of these stories are not known to the non-native world. We are lucky to learn what little bits the Navajo choose to share with us.

#rockart #petroglyphs #nativeamerican #indigenous #navajo #dinetah #respectandprotect #leavenotrace #newmexico #southwest

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ancientstarrydynamo · 3 years

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I love this!

#navajo rez #navajo #dinetah #politics

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 6 months

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The annular eclipse over Chaco Canyon, Dinétah, NM. :: [Robert Scott Horton]

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Eclipse

As soon as the Moon entirely covers the Sun and causes the sky to completely blacken, the air will instantly chill -- perhaps by as much as 20 degrees Fahrenheit. Animals will become confused. Bats may fly around thinking it is night. Birds may go to roost. Crickets or cicadas may begin to chirp.

[astromaven]

830 people chartered a ship to chase an eclipse

If you see an eclipse once, you’ll want to see it again.

Marcy Sigler knows the feeling. In 1972, she chartered a ship from New York to the waters off Nova Scotia, with no less then 830 people on board – just to see an eclipse.

Two days later, at 3:47 p.m., the travelers saw a total eclipse in perfect weather. Crowded on the decks, the eclipse-hunters saw the black shadow of the moon coming towards them — a black shape, something like a tornado, changed the color of the sea to a deep purple as the moon flew across the sun.

[Listverse]

[via "alive on all channels"]

#Dinetah #New Mexico #Robert Scott Horton #eclipse #quotes #alive on all channels

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atozphantomsquadron · 1 year

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XXVI - Return

It took a couple of weeks for things to normalize around the world, and still another week for us to recover enough to fly back to Langley for a debriefing on the events. Eventually, a month after the battle at Four Corners, we were finally free of all things involved with our accidental mission. The Director called us into a meeting after the last of our debrief sessions, this time with Kitty (who in the interim had mysteriously lost her cat appearance and become human again), had been completed.

It was a massive adjustment, believe me. I had always known Kitty as the slightly-psychotic cat woman, the girl with the tiger stripes, but now she had the appearance of a normal woman. She was shorter, now that she wasn’t always walking on her toes. Occasionally she told me that she missed her tail; apparently, she joked, she had been using it for other questionable tasks. About the only thing she retained from the cat form was the hair on her head, which remained orange and black alternating stripes. We decided that, despite no longer having both of us with an “above-standard look” as she put it, we would remain best friends, which we have to this very day.

We sat down in the meeting room, as the Director closed up his briefcase. He stood up and cleared his throat.

“Ladies, gentlemen … Gabe has submitted his final action reports on the Four Corners incidents. The matter is sealed. You all did admirably, particularly you, Ariel, in a tight spot you stepped up. I’ve been in contact with the Pentagon, and they have authorized decorations for all of you based on your service to your country … and, quite frankly, to all of humanity.”

We looked between ourselves a bit dully. Medals weren’t exactly what we had in mind when we were in action. The Director cleared his throat and continued.

“Also, based on Gabe’s reports, I have discussed with the DoD and the President, and between all of us we have reached the consensus that team A13 should, effective immediately, stand down and remain in reserve.”

This time we looked between ourselves with confusion. “Stand down, sir?” Cole asked finally.

“That’s right. It’s become too apparent that it’s not cost-efficient to keep running a barracks out of the CIA basement, so we were given the ultimatum of either making you pay rent, or making the team stand down. We figured you might like standing down better.”

I should point out that the Director was very fond of his dry sense of humor. Attempts at sarcasm tended to backfire, especially with us. We all glared at him.

“Okay, okay, it was Gabe’s idea.”

Gabe had just walked into the meeting room. All eyes turned to him.

“Oh, about standing down? Yeah, my idea. We figured you guys have been through enough action, and since supernatural events tend to be few and far between, what point is there in keeping a supernatural team constantly active? So we’re putting you into reserve.”

I was confused now. “So what does that mean?”

Gabe smiled. “It means you can pursue your civilian lives. Socialize. Move home. Do what you need to do. We’ll keep paying you a stipend, and if we need you, we’ll contact you.” He motioned toward the HoSIP. “And best of all, Ariel, you get to keep that.”

I cradled the device on my wrist with my other hand. My attention then turned to Cole. “We’re free?”

Cole smiled. “We are.”

The Director smirked. “Yeah, yeah, get all mushy on us now. Go on, kids, your detachment orders and travel vouchers await.”

It took very little time for us to pack up the barracks, and before too long we were assembled in our common room, saying our goodbyes. It was Cyrus who eventually came up with the idea.

“We should celebrate our friendship, every year. Doesn’t matter where, let’s just do it.”

We all agreed to it. We also all agreed to remain in contact. One final, four-way group hug later, we had split up going two separate ways.

So I guess this is the end of the story of the unit. Two months after we stood down, I married Cole. Kitty and Cyrus had just gotten engaged: Kitty stood as my maid of honor while Cyrus was Cole’s best man. We had a semi-traditional wedding, officiated by the tribal elders, and followed by a party that felt like it lasted a week. Of course my mother and Aunt Irene were the happiest two there.

Five months later, during a hot afternoon on Independence Day, I gave birth to Alanna. Dr. Klein-Rosser was kind enough to fly out to help with the delivery, which wound up being easier than anyone had anticipated because of the dragon’s strength. What no one but me had expected, though, was that Alanna would soon after being born spread her own wings. Five months later, when most babies are learning to walk, Alanna took flight for the first time.

We settled down here, on the rez, because in our short time before the battle Cole had come to fall in love with it, particularly the canyon. Every morning, he would take little Alanna outside with him and show her the distance to the bottom, or the houses on the opposite ridge. He truly became the father Ken always wished he himself could have been.

So ends my own story, up to this point. What the future holds is not for me to know, as I, like anyone, am not God. However, I know that whatever the future holds, I will be ready for it. The isolation that I once thought was my friend is no longer surrounding me, no longer permeates every fiber of my being. Instead, its place in my world has been replaced by a loving husband and daughter, a family that is a precious treasure, one that betters the world with its presence.

It’s true, maybe someday we will be called back to action. I admit that every once in a while, just to stay loose, I have let the dragon out, and Alanna has come flying with her dragon mother from time to time. I still firecast, too, but only to start bonfires and barbecues: even the most fearsome of a dragon’s natural weapons has now come to serve my domestic life. Cole keeps the Sword hanging in our bedroom closet, so he’s prepared. But honestly, we have yet to be called back into duty. The world has remained safe without us constantly having to guard it, and that’s fine by us.

We’ve carved a life of our own, one that makes us happy. Perhaps this is the key to everyone’s happiness, just finding your niche. In any case, we’ve found ours.

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Once the recording was finished on the interview, Ariel impulsively offered to take me flying. I couldn’t resist the temptation, and so in her back yard I witnessed firsthand the transformation … and it is astonishing … of Ariel Sharpe from a woman to a dragon. Soon after, she lifted a foreleg to allow me to climb up on her shoulders, and we were off.

I think I nearly fell off about nine times. She twisted, she leveled off, she barrel rolled. Everything a stunt pilot can do with a plane, Ariel can do with her own dragon body. It was dangerous. It was nearly deadly.

I loved every minute of it.

When we alighted, we were surprised by two people waiting for us in the yard. One of them was familiar, it was Alanna, wings spread and raring to jump into the canyon. The other was a man, one who I had seen in several of the portraits around the house. I was finally going to meet Cole Sharpe.

He seemed slightly suspicious at first, but once Ariel had vouched for me, he warmed up. We went back inside and sat down in the Sharpes’ living room, so I could have a brief talk with Cole.

“So, Mr. Martinez, was the interview what you were expecting?”

I grinned shyly. “More than I had bargained for, exactly. To tell the truth, my interest actually started with something silly, and I just now remembered what it was.” I pulled out the long-forgotten budget sheet from my pocket, unfolded it, and laid it on the table between us. “Could you please explain what these charges are for?”

Cole stroked his chin. Ariel read the list intently. She was the one who finally responded. “The motor oil was for Cyrus, as was the incense. Both of those are ingredients in his restorative potions. The shortened uniforms are his as well.”

Cole chimed in. “I think obstetrician is pretty obvious, if Ariel’s told you the whole story, that’s Dr. Klein-Rosser’s fee. The barrack repairs were done after we moved out of the CIA’s basement, and I think a lot of the damage was done during my first meeting with Ariel, the fight we had.”

I sighed. “So the tuna, then, is Kitty’s?”

Ariel looked at Cole, then back at me. “Actually, we all had a taste for tuna sushi.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Eight thousand dollars’ worth of tuna?”

“Hey, you should see Kitty eat!”

We all laughed at Cole’s joke. As dusk fell, I was offered a room again for one last night, the evening of which I was finally given a tour of the house, including the Sharpes’ bedroom closet, where I finally got my first glimpse at the Sword. In the morning, I sincerely thanked the Sharpes for their hospitality and drove back to the airport to catch my flight.

The story of CIBO #A13 has stuck with me, ever since I heard it firsthand from Ariel. The life she leads now, the oddly normal domestic life of a wife and mother, seem an ample reward for all of the hardship and pain she has endured. As the plane took off, as I left the earth again only this time within a manmade fuselage, I knew in my heart that I would be returning to that place, to that house. I knew I would be seeing Alanna and Ariel and Cole again. They had entered my life as journalistic subjects, but had slowly worked their way to the status of friends.

“I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. As a lily among brambles, so is my love among maidens. As an apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.” --Song of Solomon 2: 1-4

#phantom squadron #dinetah dragon

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megmahoneyart · 5 years

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