If there is anything I have learned, it’s that marketing is important…and I have been doing it all wrong. Have you ever created something special and then wanted to sell it? To the world?
The sign read “Welcome to the Black Hills Powwow”. I could already hear drum beats in the distance and they seemed to call out to me. I had hoped to arrive early, wanting to get some good photos of the “hills” and surrounding landscape, but the tourists were already out in full force, which made it more difficult to get a pure image. If it wasn’t the Hills they wanted to see, it was nearby Mount Rushmore. I could see the dark hills in the distance and knew they were considered sacred by several different tribes, most especially the Lakota, who considered this land their home.
Trying To Find The People Who Vanished
Visiting the sites and ruins of the Anasazi people is like taking a trip back in time. Up to 1,500 years in the past. The Anasazi, or The People Who Vanished, also means “the ancient ones in Navajo” (Darlene & Jim). They had a region that “lay across the southern Colorado Plateau and the upper Rio Grande drainage. It spanned northeastern Arizona, northwestern New Mexico, southeastern Utah and southwestern Colorado” (Sharp). Yet they left it all behind. The cliff dwellings, kivas, the caves, the meeting houses, as well as pottery and many other artifacts.
The Color of Calm
The blue of the sky, the red of an apple, or the green of freshly mown grass. The newest craze is adult coloring books. Forget about the coloring books for children and coloring outside the lines. What once was a good distraction for energetic toddlers is now a multi-million-dollar hobby for adults. These intricate designs are no match for porky the pig or bugs bunny. Some designs take hours to complete, yet those people that have taken up the hobby say that it calms the soul. But what if coloring could take away depression or calm anxiety? At the very least, coloring is a distraction and it’s not just for children anymore.
Finding Her Inner Van Gogh
She never wanted to be the next Van Gogh, but she found pleasure in drawing and painting when she was young. These days Ruth Bywater prefers to paint landscapes, flowers, old barns, and engaging scenery. What she doesn’t know she learns by watching YouTube videos and going through books by her favorite painters Bob Ross and Jerry Yarnell. If she produces a good painting, she feels it, but the most important thing to her is if other people like it well enough to hang in their home, then she has painted something good.
Diabetic Amputee & Heart Patient Beats The Odds!
Bob Bywater, a 73-year-old man who has lived with diabetes most of his life, was diagnosed in the last few years with CHD, or Coronary Heart Disease, which is a major risk in diabetics. Against all odds, he overcame the challenges of a partial leg amputation that was caused by a MRSA or Methicillin-Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus infection. He also has survived and thrived after having a triple bypass heart surgery, due to his CHD. Bob credits his survival to his determination and the prayers of family and friends.
Social Media After A Car Accident
Stop Right There! Have you ever posted something to social media you wished you hadn’t and then deleted it right after? Of course, you have! What is the first thing you want to do when something good or bad happens? Post it on social media! There is always someone out there, whether you have met them or not, who wants to sympathize with you, share your pain, or even offer unsolicited legal advice. Not posting on social media, under these circumstances, is like trying to avoid the deep end of the pool when you can’t swim. You really want to, and you know you should, but it’s too tempting, you just have to see if you can do it!
The Strength Of A Nation With A Beat
The beating of the drum is the first thing I hear. At first, it starts out slow, like a heartbeat…thump, thump…thump, thump. Then the beat speeds up and my heart tries to find the rhythm. But the beat is much faster, like excitement building. One voice begins the song. There are no words, just a melodic vocal sound, like one eagle calling to another. Then the other voices join in and it sounds like a harmonized war cry. The smell of sage and sweetgrass is in the air and I watch the dancers form a line at the East Gate. Long dark hair blows in the breeze and eagle feathers ruffle. Then the chuffing sound of moccasins gliding over the grass in perfect rhythm with the drum tells me that these are my people and I am where I belong.