Some Basque Lessons

Super interesting and personal, as I live a (relatively) short drive west from Boise. My mom went to Bend Senior Highschool (as did I) in the 60’s with Basque students who would bus all the way in from eastern Oregon every day. There was a lovely Basque flag on the ceiling of the Pub on Inis Oírr today, and the Basque flag has often flown next to the Cascadian flag (and others) at our local haunt in Bend, OR. So here I am looking out on Galway Bay, becoming a Gael….hoping to be reading ‘Cith is Dealán’ on the Oregon coast this summer and understand all I’m reading.
After meeting SO MANY people in Ireland who mention their families in Butte, Montana sending money home (often returning themselves after a generation) I am kicking myself for still never having made it to the largest St. Paddy’s day festival in the world that happens there every year. (some friends from Butte go every year) Butte, Boise, and Bend; all in the same watershed, all Cascadian….and Irish….and Basque. Can’t wait to visit Boise again when I get home!!


Celebrating at Jaialdi 2010 on Boise’s Basque Block (Íomhá: The Blue Review)

This article on the resilience of the indigenous language of the historic Basque nation in north-eastern Spain and neighbouring France is filled with the sort of optimism that one rarely hears in relation to the Irish language. From The Blue Review, a publication of Boise State University in the United States:

“Steve Mendive is a history/government teacher who spends his summer breaks in the Basque Country (Euskadi) and enjoys the literary challenge of reading Voltaire’s Candide in Euskara. He has informally studied the Basque language for many years, first speaking with his family and progressing to advanced language coursework in the Basque Country. For Mendive, learning Basque is personal. “I am an Euskaldun (Basque speaker). Before, I was just Basque. There is a big difference.””

A point of view that many an Irish-speaker in Ireland, be they native…

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Mún dreoilín san fharraige


Well I got a job and tried to put my money away,
But I got debts that no honest man can pay.
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust,
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus.

Everything dies, baby that’s a fact
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty,
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.

Now our luck may have died, and our love may be cold,
But with you forever I’ll stay.
We’re goin’ out where the sands turnin’ to gold,
So put on your stockin’s cause the nights gettin’ cold.

And everything dies, baby that’s a fact,
But maybe everything that dies, someday comes back.

Inaugural Alternative Sovereignties :Decolonization through Indigenous Vision and Struggle

There were so many sparks of hope at this conference. The deep wounds of colonialism will never be as deep as the spirit of this place and the love that all of our Peoples have protected for countless generations.

Tree Oathe - Fresh Ancients of Cascadia & Beyond....

Listening, Sharing and pondering here at OSU in Eugene.

Humbled by how much I have to learn about the stories and truths of the inhabitations and wisdoms of Turtle Island – and the illegal removals, disruptions and ongoing poisonings the people have been enduring. Humbled by the challenges of moving out of denials and willful ignorance – into opening and listening to the ancient laws of the people and the land – and opening to respectfully following leadership of the elders of the land we live with – as we work to stop and repair what is truly an ongoing unreconciled genocide. And how there is so many levels of deep beauty, humor and the stories in which are embedded the true peoples laws of the land.

Inspired by the patient loving wise warrior spirits among the leaders of the people. Inspired by the insight that we must unhinge ourselves…

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