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miss604.com
Added a few recommendations to this list of Indigenous businesses fo support in BC, from cafes and coffee to apparel and travel
Buy and Shop Indigenous in BC
Support local when you purchase your goods, services, and experience from these Indigenous owned and operated businesses in BC.
miss604.com
February 3, 2025 at 8:27 PM
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zazele.bsky.social
“Rights?…..Responsibilities!”
Practicing responsiveness is part of the Nuučaanuł / Nuu-chah-nulth law ʔiisaak: observe, appreciate and act accordingly
February 4, 2025 at 5:47 PM
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womensartbluesky.bsky.social
"Art is a way of survival"
- Yoko Ono,
91yr old artist & peace activist
#WomensArt #Monday
Monochrome photograph featuring a standing woman facing forwards with short dark hair, in dark clothes and sungasses, holding a sign stating ' NOT AFRAID', all against a white background
February 3, 2025 at 6:52 AM
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chuckwendig.bsky.social
ANYWAY, sorry, here's a bird. Pause and regard the bird. The bird is happy, for the bird has found a peanut. May we all find the small joy of finding a tasty snack today.

(photo by me)
Bird! A blue jay. Sitting on a bent branch of a dogwood tree, the branch mounded with snow, the dappling of late day sunlight behind. The blue jay is in the left of frame, facing right, its tuft slicked back and catching the golden light. In its mouth -- er, it's beak, is the beak its mouth, or is the mouth inside the beak okay never mind whatever -- IN THE BEAK is a peanut. A treasure. A prize. A little snack. The blue jay looks quite pleased at what it is found in the snow -- taken before a squirrel could get it. Photo by me, Chuck Wendig
January 29, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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shitfacilitator.bsky.social
Cheers to facilitators trying to create containers for insight in this general context:
January 28, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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nikitagill.bsky.social
I wrote this on one of the darkest days of my life. It gave me an anchor to hold onto.
Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse Sunrises. People you have still to meet and laugh with. Songs about love, peace, anger, and revolution. Walks in the woods. The smile you exchange with a stranger when you experience beauty accidentally together. Butterflies. Seeing your grandparents again. The moon in all her forms, whether half or full. Dogs. Birthdays and half-birthdays. That feeling of floating in love. Watching birds eat from bird feeders. The waves of happiness that follow the end of sadness. Brown eyes. Watching a boat cross an empty sea. Sunsets. Dipping your feet in the river. Balconies. Cake. The wind in your face when you roll the car window down on an open highway. Falling asleep to the sound of a steady heartbeat. Warm cups of tea on cold days. Hugs. Night skies. Art museums. Books filled with everything you do not yet know. Long conversations. Long-lost friends. Poetry.
January 24, 2025 at 2:57 PM