A journey through Native Ideals.


My Professor for Cross-Cultural Psychology assigned this project. She called it a Cultural-Photo Autobiography. Through photos, poetry and captions, we were meant to choose an aspect of our culture and tell a story from young childhood to adulthood and provide a portrayal about that thread of our existence. Ever since I was little the story of the American Indian ran through my blood with vibrant ferocity. I was always outside, exploring. I was in a tree, reading. I was playing music and chanting lyrics. I was playing cowboys and indians with my sisters and friends: I was ALWAYS the Indian. My great-grandmother brought home an Indian bead thunderbird necklace for me. I believe I was around eight years of age. My father and family and I did a lot of nature trails and beach excursions. We camped. We biked. We loved Nature. I read anything my mother would allow me to (and a couple she didn't catch). I was always curious to learn something new. In my household, my parents were very serious about learning. If we wanted to know the answer to something, we would look it up, and study the subject at hand. My Dad and I watched a lot of Nature programs (we didn't have a television for a lot of years/but after we did) and learned a lot about the world around us: together. I am the woman I have become largely because the spirit of learning was so important in my house growing up. My curiosity about the Native American culture lead me to study other indigenous peoples, cultures that were foreign to mine and spirituality from many different perspectives. I hope you enjoy my collage.