Many Tipi's Traditional Land-based Camps

Update ❤️

It’s been a hectic year.

After my major surgery, I had to put so much of life on hold while I healed. For a while, I honestly didn’t know what I would be capable of doing again, so I gave myself the time to recover and figure that out as I went.

Then life did what life does. 😂 We suddenly had to move because the owners were selling the home, so everything shifted again. My focus became packing, moving, and getting us set up for RV living for now.

Then came the back-to-back meetings, responsibilities, and everything else that seems to find its way onto the plate.

I always say a busy life is a happy life—but among all that busyness, we also have ceremonial commitments and responsibilities that we need to honour. Some things aren't just events on a calendar. They are commitments we carry.

So I’m very happy to finally announce that Reviving the Artisan Camp is happening! ❤️

We will be bringing the camp back as part of our 150 Years Honouring Treaty Week.

September 5 – Camp setup
September 6 – Opening with Horse Dance
September 6–11 – Reviving the Artisan Camp
And then we move right into our Powwow!

It took a little longer than usual to get here this year, but sometimes life asks us to slow down, heal, regroup, and then pick things back up when we're able.

And now, we’re ready. ❤️

Registration forms will be up and running within the next couple of days.

There will be a fee for non-band members of Kehewin to help contribute toward supplies and food. More information will be included with registration.

Looking forward to seeing everyone, creating together, visiting, learning, sharing, and carrying these beautiful skills forward.

Hiy hiy. ❤️

*please note, theft is not tolerated and those involved in last years theft of clothing and items will not be welcomed back this year.
*please note, this is a gentle camp, no yelling, raised voices or aggression, it is a safe place for questions and learning.
*inbox and I will send u the registration link when I got it ready.
* I am aware its short notice but even if its a small camp, its still going to occur. Our first year was small but so moving.

There are days when I’m reminded that simply being here is a blessing.

Each day we get to spend on Creators Path, moving through this beautiful world and allowing ourselves to explore it, is a day worth giving thanks for.

For the breath we get to take.
For the eyes that open in the morning.
For the people who cross our path.
For the dreams that call us forward, even when we don’t yet know how they will unfold.

And perhaps, every once in a while, we need to return to the beginning.

To remember the moments before everything became bigger, busier, more complicated.

The first year I ran this camp, it was small and intimate. There was something deeply moving about that. The simplicity of gathering a small group of people, sharing an experience, being present with one another, and allowing the journey to unfold without needing it to be anything more than what it was.

Maybe there is something beautiful about returning to that.

This past couple of months have been challenging for me. A major last-minute move, commitments, responsibilities, and the many demands we sometimes place upon ourselves have made this year unfold very differently than I had imagined.

I had dreamed a bigger dream for this year, and I’m learning that sometimes the dream doesn’t disappear when the timing changes. Sometimes it simply asks us to slow down, listen, and return to what matters.

So next year, I’ll continue moving toward the larger vision.

But this year, in September, I will be gathering a small camp again.

Something more intimate. Something perhaps closer to the roots of where Creators Path began. A chance to step away from the noise, breathe a little deeper, explore, connect, and remember what brought us here in the first place.

I have a feeling that some of the most meaningful moments may come from keeping it simple.

If you’ve been following along and something in you is curious about this journey, inbox me and I’ll share the tentative dates.

It may not be the camp I originally imagined for this year.

But perhaps it is exactly the camp we are meant to have.

There are still the yearly ceremonies and commitments to honor, and I’m grateful to walk those paths as well.

Sometimes we spend so much energy trying to get somewhere that we forget to notice where we already are.

So today, I’m practicing gratitude for this moment.

For being here.
For breathing.
For beginning again.
For the courage to keep dreaming.

And for the reminder that sometimes, the way forward is found by returning to the moments that first moved us. 🌿✨

Inbox me if this is still something you would like to be part of -
Kehewin members no fee
non-Members can inbox regarding registration and fee

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Cannot wait for this year's Dry meat stock up!

You were never meant
to walk this world alone.

And somewhere, even now,
your sisters are finding their way to you.

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Nothing feels more like coming home… than entering a tipi.

Not because it is familiar in the way we were taught—but because it is familiar in a way we were made to forget.

There are places that teach you things…and there are places that wake something up inside you.

The tipi does not explain itself.It does not perform.It simply is.

And the moment you step inside a tipi, something in you responds.

Your body softens.Your breath deepens.Your spirit leans forward… like it recognizes something before your mind can catch up.

Because this is not just a structure.

This is where our people lived entire lives.Where laughter echoed.Where grief was held.Where decisions were made that carried Nations forward.Where teachings moved from one generation to the next—without ever needing to be written.

The poles are not just poles.They are structure, law, direction.The circle is not just shape.It is equality, relationship, balance.The fire is not just heat.It is truth, presence, spirit.

And when you sit there… quietly…you begin to feel it.

Not as a lesson—but as a remembering.

Like your body is reconnecting to hundreds of years of living.Like your spirit is touching the lives of those who came before you.Like something deep inside you is saying:

“I know this. I have always known this.”

That is why being in a tipi feeds the soul.

Because it is not about learning something new.. it is about returning to a place that already knows you.

A classroom can give information.A tent can give shelter.

But a tipi…returns you to yourself.

Returns you to your ancestors.Returns you to nehiyaw ways of being—rooted in wahkotowin, in relationship, in balance, in life lived in circle.

Because when our children sit in a tipi,
they are being reconnected to Mother Earth.

And that feeling…that imprint on memory…that deep exhale of the spirit…

That is what home feels like.

Wahkotowin — the sacred law of relationship, reminding us we belong to all that came before and all that is yet to come.

This is the basis of the Many Tipi's camp foundation. One tipi, connects, many tipi's recreate our communities, and who we are, how we live, reconnecting us to the way of life.

There are some who carry entire worlds inside them… quietly.

Our sacred teachers.
The ones who walked before us.

The ones who endured what was never meant to be endured, without recognition, without space, without voice.
They did not always speak of what they survived.

But you can see it in their eyes.
In their patience.
In the way they listen more than they talk.
The laughter, the tears, the worry, the love.
In the way they still show up, embodying gentleness.

They are libraries we were never taught how to read.
Ceremonies we were never taught how to hold.

Everything we are rebuilding now…
They carried through the fire.

So when we sit with someone who walked before us..
we are not just sitting.
We are witnessing survival.

We are witnessing compassion, as they lived it first.
We are witnessing love that refused to disappear, no matter how hard the journey.

Take the time.
Listen deeper than words.
Sit longer than comfort.
Because one day…
we will wish we asked more.

We will wish we stayed a little longer.
We carry the teachings of sacred responsibility to care for one another.
Let’s live it, not just say it.

The ones I was taught by, lead by doing, by showing, by living the ways.
I give thanks that my mother in law is still walking our journey together.