05/12/2026
It's been a few difficult months; grieving loved ones and just trying to stay afloat isn't always easy, emotionally and spiritually.
Yesterday I focused on Art, a memorial portrait of my mit, cousin John Paul, that I am doing for his son. Similar way I handle my grieving when my mother passed away. Indigenous Art therapy is my tool, I listen to our cultural music, I sit outside when the sun feels good, or even during quiet moments I settle into that like a baby being cradled to sleep.
The brother we lost, he was the oldest, and they say that the oldest ones go through all the first of good and bad life experiences. Well he definitely did, and I felt that pain as he departed, and thought, "Your free now bro, your free to be that young innocent boy you have always wanted to be." I say that because he was stripped of his childhood in Residential school, and all it took from him.
Aawe my heart, my tiichmaa, I will miss my brother, I will miss my sister in law Marlene, mys Sis Bonnie, and Auntie Betty.
I will follow my tiichmaa, and find peace and comfort in our Native art. My message, take care of yourselves, and if art as been your tool, and if you have put it aside because of a rough windy road your on, pick it up again, and start your healing.
Sending out much Love and Light.
XOXO, Dabb Beverly