Words to live by

I love quotes. Whenever I think about life I tend to get quiet. For me, I just need some time to look inward and contemplate some things.

Pinterest is addicting in many ways but I love to go to the quote section. When I can’t explain my own feelings it seems like there is a quote out there that describes the situation perfectly. I think reading those quotes and words helps me sort through my feelings and deal. I have a board that I save my favorites to, but I wanted to share some of them here. I also wanna tell you why I love these quotes, and why they are words to live by…

Some quotes I like because they motivate me when I need it most…

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I love quotes about love…

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But there are also those quotes about love that remind us that sometimes love isn’t always easy…

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And some quotes remind me of times in my own life:

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Last summer I decided to bike nearly 1000 miles and I realized just how strong I was. On the ride I learned that every thing we face is a mountain that we tackle one pedal at a time. Just like the quote says “we get stronger”

I think we have all encountered people who didn’t believe in us…

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And then that leads me to…

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And when I did prove everyone wrong I had a lot of help. There was someone who never left my side…

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Some quotes make me think about who I am, what I stand for, and who I want to be…

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And then there are those quotes and pins that have such a good message but completely ruin it because of profanity…

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And then there are the quotes that make me laugh… And I do dearly love to laugh…

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And finally there are the quotes that I believe with my whole heart and try to apply to my life…

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… Words to live by.

2013

I have this feeling. A feeling that 2013 is going to be an awesome year… Just in general. I love going down memory lane and reminiscing about all the good times and blessings I have had in my life. I think that our emotions follow our thoughts. A feeling can be fleeting but if you let it nest it has the potential to ruin your attitude and outlook.

I recently saw a memory jar on Pinterest. You write down your memories and blessings throughout the year. At the end of the year you take out your jar and read all the notes you made.

I personally feel that we lose sight of all the good things that happen to us and focus on the bad. This jar was a way to remind us to focus on the good things in life.

I went to my local Walmart and purchased some mason jars. I got the largest ones. Next year I may get those glass pickle jars in anticipation of many, many blessings! I had the rest of the supplies I need already. I went home and started on my project. I took a glittery yellow piece of scrapbook paper for the label. The paper was not long enough to go around the outside. I decided to put it on the inside of the jar and it worked perfectly! It was rather difficult to get it inside though.

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I hot glued the 2013 label to the scrapbook paper. Then comes the trick part of getting the band into the jar.

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The tricky part was getting the band in with hot glue and get it to stick to the glass in time before the glue dried.

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I made the jars to give to some very special people in my life. I gave out jars to a few of the people who really helped me through 2012. So a big thank you to my jar receivers for being there for me.

I included a note that explained the jar.

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The jars were then ready to deliver!

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“Sometimes we never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory”

Graduation

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I applied to one college when I graduated from Claremore High School, Northeastern State University in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. I majored in my culture. On Saturday December 15, 2012 I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Cherokee Cultural Studies. My emphasis was on language revitalization and I also minored in American Indian Studies. NSU is the only place in the continental US that one can earn a bachelors degree in a Native American language.

My core classes were all focused on the Cherokee Language. I really enjoyed the linguistic side of Cherokee and took many classes from Dr. Bradley Montgomery Anderson, or as we called him Dr. Brad. He is a linguist that works on Mayan and Cherokee. He lit a fire inside me to pursue the “underlying” Cherokee. I will really miss his classes. I spent most my time doodling in other classes things we were talking about in his. The last final I had was with him and as I left he said “See you next semester!” And I walked out his class…

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I hope that NSU will get a Masters program for Cherokee… I’ll be there.

Graduation did not really hit me until I was walking across the stage. Even now I do not feel any different. I do not feel like I have earn a bachelors degree, I just feel like me. A couple things have come to an end recently. I graduated and I gave up my title, the Cherokee Gourd Society Princess for 2011-2012. I have had so many things on my mind lately. It is a very big turning point for me. Some things in my life are ending because I chose for them to, some things are ending because they have run their course, and some things are ending with no say from me. Life goes on whether we want it to or not. For the first time in my life I will have no one to answer to. Over the years I have had to answer to many different people: my parents, family, school, princess titles, Cherokee Nation… and countless others. I have never just been Danielle, and now I get that chance.

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I had an experience at NSU, not all good, but not all bad either. I went through life’s stages. I had my first real boyfriend… I got dumped by my first real boyfriend… and believe it or not I survived the whole ordeal. And I ended up with a second family, a pretty awesome one at that! So no complaints from me. I got to work with some people who are very passionate about Cherokee. A few of them being Wyman, Harry, Hayley, Patrick, and Dr. Brad. I wrote the only modern Cherokee song in exsistance… pretty cool huh? I lost some friends… I gained some new ones. I had some really weird but good conversations with people like Josiah, Angelica, and Isaiah. I tested myself and found out what I was made of. I met some people who changed me and my world, like Sarah and Clay. These people always believed in me, even when I didn’t. They never gave up on me and helped me to conquer mountains. I grew to appreciate my family. My grandma and grandpa are the sweetest and most loving couple I have ever seen. Noah and Ally have nothing on them. I realized my Aunt Cathy is one of the coolest ladies I know, and she always had the wisdom I needed. I have been so blessed to have all my cousins, aunts, and uncles. I learned that my mom and dad will always stand beside me and support me.

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Ive been a student, a president, a teacher, a singer, a songwriter, a bicyclist, a roommate, a baker, an artist, a movie maker, a princess, an Indian, an advocate, and now I am a graduate.

I have been sad, happy, frustrated, stressed, confused, hurt, strong, weak, devious, ambitious, sweet, mean, fierce, powerful, brave, scared, and now I am Danielle… all of the above.

I started this with the intention of showing you my graduation announcement so I guess I should do that. I decided to save money and make my own. So that is coming next. First I am going to show you the announcement that I could have ordered through the schools company.

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Kind of bland if you ask me…

The next ones are the pictures of the ones that I made. I just used word and it was really easy, I am very happy with the way they turned out. The paper I got was a heavy weight and cost $8.00 at Walmart for 80 sheets. I also bought ribbon to tie it together and hold my picture inside. This pictures were taken by the wonderful Pam Rudolph. Many thanks go to her for not only the pictures but always listening to me and giving me advice. <;3 Thanks for always being there Pam.

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I wanted to put up some pictures of my graduation but I decided to do a separate post about the actual graduation so I am only going to put up this teaser. =)

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CHC

I work at the Cherokee Heritage Center in Tahlequah, Ok. I work in the ancient village as the potter. The Oklahoma Arts Council gave us funding for two master artists. Janelle Adair was hired as a storyteller and I was hired to demonstrate pottery. Here is a picture of the two of us in our village attire.

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I normally only make pottery and tell the visitors about cherokee pottery as they stop by my station on a tour. This is some of my pottery.

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However, I recently started taking tours. My first “actual” tour was yesterday and I had the honor of guiding a group of Kickapoo through our ancient village. The tour normally takes 40 minutes but ours was over two hours. There were some of the visitors that didn’t speak English so they had to have a Kickapoo translator. It was such an awesome group of people. There was one elder who I could tell didn’t speak English. He was so attentive and focused on my speaking even though he was listening to the translator. I like to give gifts and I just felt like I needed to give this sweet old man a piece of my pottery. I picked my favorite piece, which is a Cherokee wedding vase.

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I later found out that he was their spiritual leader, very cool! These guys were up here looking at our immersion school. They want to start their own based on their ceremonial calendar to keep their traditions alive. It was truly an awesome feeling meeting these people. I am very blessed.

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When I gave him the vase he said to me “I have met many people. I have seen tribes from all over the US and Mexico. and I am glad that I got to meet you.”

Home

I’m home from my 950 mile journey to retrace the trail of tears.

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These are some things I haven’t done in 22 days:
Drive
Put on makeup
Pluck my eyebrows
Drink pop/tea
See my parents
Play with quiyagut

It’s good to be home… ❤

The last supper

Tonight is the last night with the riders it’s June 21 the day I’ve been waiting for. But now that its here I fear I can’t say goodbye to my RTR family. It’s a good thing we don’t have a word for goodbye. We say donadagohvi, which means “until we meet again”. The memories I’ve made will never be forgotten, and the friendships will ever fade. We will NEVER FORGET!

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No more MISSOURI!!!

We finally rode out of Missouri today into Fayetteville. We stopped and visited Pea Ridge National park today. We ha a chance to visit with a local boys and girls club and teach them about our ride. We also saw a movie over the battle that took place here and rode a trail around the park. Te park has a place where an actual part of the trail of tears went through. Today was a great day because we finally made it to Arkansas, everyone I happy to be done with Missouri. We are so close to home.

Lebanon to Springield

Today is the day we ride into Springfield. This is an awesome day because we will get to stay two nights. It’s June the 17th and there are only five more days left of our journey. I have to take a moment to tell you about the most amazing girl I know, they call her Sarah. Sarah has been there with me every step of the way and there are no words to say how thankful I am for everything she’s done for me. She’s way more than just my riding buddy. She’s my confidant, my other band member, my coach, my cheerleader, and most important she’s my friend. I’m gonna miss not having her on my rides when this is over. I’m going to miss everyone. These are the most awesome people are girl could ask to be surrounded by. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we sing, and sometimes we just ride in silence side by side, pedal by pedal…

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Words to fear…

There are two days that stand out in a RTR riders mind: Cumberland and Lebanon. Today is June 16 and Lebanon. Today is rough because it’s a 55 mile day and at the end you have to mount a steep hill to the finish. I had many friends by my side encouraging me as I pedaled to the top. Your mind is your worse enemy. I knew the hill was coming and I made it out to be huge. When your at the bottom looking up the hill looks big and insurmountable. However the mountains not moving, its made it play. We have the choice to adapt to the mountain and conquer it. And thats what I did today. The mountains behind me.

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As seconds slowly pass

June 21.
Whenever you are on a bike you find yourself equipped with mass amounts of time. For me this time is spent going through my thoughts and analyzing my feelings. As the trip comes to an end many things are on my mind. However one question is at the forefront: Why am I doing this?
And this is why:

I do this because 175 years ago a family was driven from their home…

I do this because 175 years ago one man decided that another man’s well being was not as important as his own…

I do this because history is written by the victors…

I do this because some people still refer to my people as primitive…

I do this because 175 years ago a little girl lost her mother and had to carry on anyway

I do this because 175 years ago a man had to continue in his journey as his wife passed on and started a new journey

I do this because my people faced great hardship due to misunderstanding, mistrust, and greed…

I do this because unmarked and forgotten graves line a path from the east to Oklahoma…

I do this because no life is worthless…

I do this because a river dried up and a different route needed to be taken…

I do this because in Illinois a blizzard stopped people in their tracks…

I do this because we arrived in Indian territory…

I do this because we rebuilt and emerged through hardship…

I do this because no amount of time or distance can separate the ᎠᏂᏯᏫᏴ from uniting…

I do this because I want people to remember…