We are careful…
We are careful with the thoughts we have
Because they become
The words we speak.
We are careful with the words we speak
Because they become
The actions we take.
We are careful with the actions we take
Because they become
The life we lead.
We are careful with the life we lead
Because it becomes
The legacy we leave behind.
By DAK RHS 1979
Family Values
After years of observing and listening, I’ve finally determined what The Keams Family seems to value most in each other. We all have a touch of wackiness and moments of delirium, but somehow most of us always find our footing. The same traits we saw in our parents appear in us when the going gets tough and there doesn’t seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel.
Our parents were tenacious and had a strength of purpose in how they lived and how they approached difficulties. They were not always successful, but it did not take away from their gutsiness or resolve to better their lives. We all remember our parents differently because we all spent time with them at different times of their lives. Read the rest of this entry →
Woven Images
Every family has someone that is so gifted and talented, words fail and only pictures will do. Visit NavajoWeaver.com
Hair Mystic
The hair has always been surrounded by mystic and ancient traditions, such as the belief that longer hair equals more strength. Many cultures, including the Navajo, believe in the power of hair. Traditional Navajo men and women wear their hair long. It is said that a person with black or brown hair indicates that the possessor has great inner strength. Therefore, it is bad fortune to treat hair carelessly and irresponsibly. Finding that special stylist and entrusting your personal mane to their care can be extremely difficult and stressful. Fortunately, there is such a person, and she can be found with little difficulty. Visit BrittanyRei.com
Peace in Composition
Have you ever seen an object that instantly brought you peace and serenity? There are few things in a city of concrete, glass and metal that brings to mind the colors of my homeland. Fortunately, I have been blessed to know a person that understands the quietude that lives in the hills and canyons of the land where I was born and can bring it to existence with a few strokes of a brush. I see the places of my youth and the land of my people through his eyes and recognize them in the colors he uses to tell his stories. If you can’t go to one of his exhibitions, you can always get his book, Chaos on the Canvas. Visit ArtofHilario.com