I’ve shared a lot of stories on my various platforms, but one part of me I’ve not touched on in awhile is my Indigeniety. While there may not be a great amount of Indigenous blood left in my family line, the pride in it runs deeply through me—a little Mohawk, a little Algonquin, all part of who I am.
A few years ago, an Elder from the Shabot Obaadjiwan First Nation gifted me a name that has become a guiding force in my life:
Oginiiwaanzo Bizhiw—Lynx who is colored rose.
The lynx is a symbol of observation, intuition, and quiet power. It sees the unseen, moves gracefully between worlds, and embodies a sense of mystery. The rose coloring adds a layer of tenderness and unique beauty, reminding me to carry strength with gentleness and to stand out boldly yet gracefully.
Last night, a new friend gifted me some breathtaking art inspired by this name. It feels like a representation of both the qualities the lynx embodies and the story of my journey—complex, beautiful, and deeply rooted in identity.
This gift overwhelmed me with gratitude, not just for the thoughtful gesture but for how perfectly it reflects the meaning behind my name. It’s a powerful reminder of the connections we make and how the stories of our ancestors live on in us.
I wanted to share this moment with all of you to celebrate the beauty of Indigenous cultures and the lessons they carry. My name, my heritage, and this art are all reminders that strength, grace, and connection to tradition are things to cherish and honor every day.
Niawen'kó:wa and Chi-miigwetch (thank you) to the artist, the Elder, and all those who keep these traditions alive. I carry this name proudly and with great reverence.
🫰🫂🫖 JRT
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