From the beaches of Kalinago,

February 16

From the beaches of Kalinago,
To the barricades of Kanehsatà:ke.

From Wounded Knee,
To Standing Rock.

The Warrior Woman has ALWAYS been in front, shoulder to shoulder with our men.

We remember the Mother. We speak with the Grandmothers every night and with every prayer. All the way back to the First Birth.

Wasichu history wants us to believe we were never Warriors. The Church Schools tried to beat it out of us with the Cross.

But we are the Rose. We are rooted in the soil. Our leaves bask in the Light. And when our flowers bloom, a New World is born.

For too long the world has been out of balance. They have worshipped a Male God for millenia. But we have always been here.

We never left. We never will. We are needed, and we will make our presence known.

Woman Warrior runs with Coyote. She swims with Turtle. She soars with Eagle. She builds with Beaver. She hunts with Wolf.

She is the Old Ways embodied, the Ways they tried to kill and burn and bury.

But the Mother knows some seeds need to burn before they can bloom. We must pass through the fire and be Reborn.

That fire has burned for 525 years.

Now, it is their turn to burn.