2015 Revive the Beauty Way Tour

Wildest ride ever. From the center of the Butte Fire, Clan Dyken will ride out on the 23rd annual Revive the Beauty Way Tour in support of the Thanks Giving Food and Supply Run to the Dineh Nation. Bear and Somer lost their home, like many others in the neighborhood and Calaveras County, but they are still committed to support the people on the land who’ve been loosing houses and land for over 40 years to forced relocation for coal mining. Join the effort, come to the shows or go all out and join the caravan for the sojourn deep into the Dineh Nation. Grandmother is waiting for you.

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Clan Dyken Update – Upcoming Shows and More

It’s been awhile since we’ve updated you. We are busy in some different ways right now, but looking to get musically active again this spring and summer.
We are looking forward to traveling to Sebastopol and playing a benefit on March 20th for Music & Memory. They do amazing work – bringing music to elders suffering from Alzhiemers and other forms of dementia to stimulate their memory. Check out their web page www.musicandmemory.org
The show will be at the Sebastopol Community Cultural Center. It starts at 7:30. For details check this Facebook page or Reverbnation.com

We will also be part of the annual Calaveras Earth Day Celebration on April 26 in Utica Park, downtown Angels Camp.

Hope to see you there.

2014 Beauty Way

After a one-year hiatus we traveled the Beauty Way again. It was a great feeling to be back on the road, sharing music and working together to bring the love to the people on the land. Your kindness and generosity raised $18,000 to bring food, supplies and firewood to the families on the land.
The grass roots, people-to-people effort is always an epic journey from the early planning to the road between the communities of support and the final trip deep into the land of the Dineh. It also means we work on a small budget, run on faith and have to be open to the twists and turns of the road. Flexibility is key and this year we had some special challenges.
The tour kicked off in Sonora, at the renovated Sonora Opera Hall. The drum circle, a new local band – Goldy Different- and a powerful round dance set the right tone for the start of the voyage. It really felt good to get the groove going again.
Murphys was a lot of fun, in a new venue, Outer Aisle. The outstanding food and drinks inside an organic, farm to table store and restaurant, along with a Somer Moon set made for a sweet party. Momentum was building as we headed to another new venue in Grass Valley.
A fall chill was in the air, but inside the Banner Grange it was hot. A large family style soup and salad dinner, a showing of the movie Broken Rainbow and a music line up that included Kimberly Bass, Goodshield and Mignon, and Wonderfunk heated the place up right. It was a very sweaty round dance. The energy continued to build as we set our wheels in motion to Oregon for a show at the Williams Grange.
As we were leaving the small town of Jacksonville on the way to the show in Williams Buster Gillig, aka Busta Move, the faithful band bus and supply hauler suffered major engine failure. We barely got off the road as Buster died. We were stranded 30 miles from the gig with tons of gear, food, supplies and people, a few hours before show time.
A small cavalry lead by Ryan was dispatched from Williams and we were able to get most of the people and gear to Williams in time for a great show. I know I was a bit dazed, perhaps traumatized by the loss of Buster, but the energy of the Williams crowd, the corn dance and all the love carried the evening. Those kind folks poured out extra cash, knowing we were going to incur some big time expense loosing the bus. Meanwhile super trooper Daniel stayed with Buster and facilitated a major tow job, involving two giant wreckers and traffic control.
Now we were gypsies without a wagon and even more to haul, including 3000 pounds of squash. It’s about 200 miles from Williams to the Bayside Grange and the show was the very next night. Buster was back in Ashland at a diesel repair shop with Daniel and a lot of gear and we still had to get it all to Arizona in two days.
The short version of the story is allies and U-Hauls. Volunteer drivers, donated vehicles, a big U-Haul and a lot of hustle got everything out of the bus, plus what we picked up in Williams, loaded and down the road to Arcata, just in time to see Joanne Rand finish her set. We rode the wave of a high vibe in the Bayside Grange, played the show and loaded even more supplies into our ever-changing caravan and zoomed back to Calaveras County.
Here we dropped off what we didn’t need or couldn’t carry, returned the U-Haul, loaded into a new set of vehicles and hit the road. It was late night when we stopped at the Travertine Hot Springs for a break. It was a sweet moment of respite from the manic pace of the past few days.
The next morning Daniel had some red swelling on his arm and a low-grade fever. We also found out one of the volunteer vehicles had broken down on 395 heading south. We pushed on to Flagstaff to regroup. By the time we made Flag, Daniels arm was really swelling-he wound up in the Flagstaff hospital for two nights with a bad infection. The broken truck was left behind, another U-Haul added and somehow we all (except Daniel) met at the homestead of Leta O’Daniel, deep in the Big Mountain region of the Dineh Nation.
By the time we got there camp was in full swing, much of the food already divided, wood was being cut, split and delivered and the place was humming at a high level. Activists from BMIS, the Colorado crew and our network of supporters joined forces to serve the people and get the goods out.
Darlene, Michelle, Brian, Mike and a hard working crew had things mapped out so the deliveries went well. Tzaddi, Taj, Karen and Malachai made sure we got to the most remote homesteads.
In all 90 families received 15 tons of food and supplies. More than 20 cords of wood were delivered to keep the home fires burning. Yes, the numbers are dwindling and some may ask if such an effort is worth it to reach less than 200 people. That’s why we encourage you to join the caravan and make the journey. Once you see the people and what they are going through to hold onto the land and how it ties into the bigger picture I think you will understand why it is so important to keep this connection strong and let them know we stand in solidarity. It’s all there – the first nation people and their land rights, the greed of major energy corporations, the ugly politics and corruption, the environmental racism and destruction of mother earth, climate change, ground water issues and above all the lack of true justice play out in what’s happening to the Dineh Nation. Through it all the people remain and pay the price. So we will keep going to offer what support we can.
There is always reason for hope. One of the places I love to visit the most is the homestead of the Yazzie family in Sand Springs. The family has been farming for three generations in the same spot. They have seen times of plenty when the water was flowing and the fields were full, and lean times of drought and extreme hardship. Like much of the west the drought has been going here for several years. It makes this struggle even harder. For the last few years very little has been grown on the farm that once produced enough to feed the family and sell to a local store.
We pulled into the homestead on Thanksgiving eve. Kids and the young men were playing basketball, the elders were laughing and in good spirits. This year the gardens were tended again. Squash, melons, peppers and corn did real well. Woody and Jonathan proudly showed us some squash and melons stored in one of the hogans for later in the year. They feel good about the coming year and the possibility of growing even more.
One thing I notice about life out there. It is steady. It doesn’t matter what the Dow Jones Industrial Index is today, no one knows what the rate of inflation is or the current interest on a new car loan. The latest international crisis or rumor about Miley Cyrus won’t change what they do or think about today.
So in Sand Springs they plan for the next planting, they get the kids to school in the morning and watch the basketball games at night, they give thanks for what creator has given and work with what they have. Somehow in Sand Springs there is always hope.
Once again the days flew by and it was time to head home in what seemed like an eye blink. Daniel was scooped up from the hospital, healthy and whole. Bear and Somer made it back in his truck, but the pick-up bed trailer that has made so many journeys to the land and homesteads behind the Blue Pearl literally vibrated apart on the rough reservation roads.
Buster has been donated to Ryan and Liz to use as housing for interns on their organic farm in Williams. I’m looking for a new bus – would it be too tacky to crowd source funding for a band bus? One way or another we’ll see you on the road in 2015.
Thanks again for all your support.

Revive the Beauty Way

Beauty Way 2014

After a one year hiatus we are going back to the land of the Dineh. Elders have passed on and those that remain are facing some very troubled times including live stock impoundment, arrests and large fines. Black Mesa Indigenous Support has updates on the current situation, including photos and first hand accounts of the suffering elders are facing.

With your help we’ve been able to connect for a long time to the people still holding sacred space with language, song, ceremony and a connection to the land.  We are once again calling for your support in the form of your dance at the shows before we head to the high desert to deliver food, firewood and other supplies to this special group of people.  Of course you are welcome to join the caravan for the journey of a lifetime, into a land and way of life that remain hidden in plain view from most.

It’s a small tour to long time supportive communities and then on to the land to bring your gifts and good will to the people.  We’re excited to get out and bring some new and old songs to life with you.

Check out the links for details on special guests, food and all the other elements that make these events such great parties with a purpose.  It’s all about the heart.


Clan Dyken – News and Notes

Clan Dyken – News and Notes

In this issue:

–       Real Life Stuff

–       Leonard Benally

–       Upcoming Santa Cruz Show

–       KQBM Radio

–        Thanks Giving


Dear Friends,

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted or sent out anything on the web.  So much has changed in the past year and I’ve been truly at a loss to make enough sense of it all to even comment.

If you are on this email list or visit the Clan Dyken web site you have at some point expressed interest in the music and/or activism and activity of the band.  So you might be wondering about what’s happening with us or still have some interest.  So I’ll tell a little story here.  A lot of it is personal.

Last year during the final run of shows in the Beauty Way tour we received distressing news that Bear’s four year old granddaughter, Izabella had been placed in protective custody after an incident with her father at the local hospital.  Bella’s mom, Bear’s daughter Rose, was also struggling with health problems and other demons, so Bella was placed in foster care.

We were quite shaken, Bear of course feeling the most distress.  We felt a responsibility to complete the mission and deliver food and supplies to the resistors as promised during the tour, but how could we leave with such a pressing family matter at hand?

It was decided Bear would stay behind for court appearances and family support.  I would travel with the rest of the supporters to Arizona and make our deliveries.  As always it was an epic, beautiful journey.  It is truly a blessing to have a connection with the people of the Dineh Nation and all those who support their fight to remain on their ancestral homeland.  But this journey was different from the many I’ve made before to the land of the Dineh.  I’ve made the trip without my brother, but this time it was for such strange and unfamiliar reasons and something really big was hanging in the air for me.

By the time our crew returned from the journey Rose had been diagnosed with a tumor in her brain.  Surgery was quickly scheduled in Sacramento, the tumor was removed and discovered to be Astrocytomas- an aggressive form of brain cancer.  While family and friends were gathered at the hospital, a social worker brought Bella to see her mom before the surgery.  She also asked family members about a placement for Bella.  When we were asked my wife, Laura and I said we would be open to the background checks and home inspection required to be foster parents.

Things moved pretty quickly and we soon had Bella living with us.  Within a month our status changed from foster parents to guardians and she’s been with us ever since.It has changed everything in our lives at home and beyond.  Bella became priority one in our household and we had to rearrange life to make it work.



After the surgery Rose came back to her mom’s to live and be with family and those she loved.  Hannah and Bear worked together, keeping hope alive for a complete recovery. Rose seemed to understand her situation much better than those of us around her.  Astrocytomas is a formidable foe and people who have it don’t live very long after the diagnosis, no matter the treatment. The doctors wanted her to undergo chemo and radiation therapy, family and friends offered all kinds of advice and support on a wide variety of diet and other alternative therapies.  Rose just wanted to live what was left of her life on her terms- and she did.  She was brave and strong, loving and open through a scary, painful journey that ended in August, on her own bed, with her parents cradling her in their arms.

She became quite a teacher in the end.  She never complained about her fate, handled this so gracefully and had a way of comforting all who came to see her.  At the gathering to celebrate her life person after person in the circle expressed how Rose had impacted them and left her mark.

Thank you to all who sent financial support, visited, called, wrote or held Rose and the family in your thoughts and prayers.  It’s been a rough road, but the journey continues.  Rose will always be with us in our hearts, memories and the life of her daughter Bella.


Big Mountain – Leonard Benally


Through all this it’s been hard to do the work it takes to organize and promote the music.  Clan Dyken only played a handful of shows in the past year.  For the first time in over 20 years we aren’t doing the Beauty Way tour or the journey to the Dineh Nation.  This is the hardest part of it all for me to give up.  The connection to the families and the land of the Dineh pulls hard this time of year.

The passing of Leonard Benally last month also saddened us.  Leonard, his brother John and sister Louise are the first people I met and got to know when I originally traveled out to the Big Mountain region.  They have lived the life of resistors, defending the homeland against overwhelming odds for a long time.  It was their father Joe Benally who traveled to the Lakota Nation and brought the Sundance back to Big Mountain in the 70’s.  Their mother, Alice Benally was a long time resistor and outspoken activist.  The Benally family hosted Sundance, Survival Camp and other activist gatherings along with the food run base camp for many years.  Many of you met Leonard, John and Louise as they traveled and toured with us over the years.  Captivating speakers, passionately telling the story of life on the reservation and the struggle to stay on the land, they brought us into their lives.  Leonard will be greatly missed.

We are still taking contributions toward supplies for the families on the reservation.  There will be supporters making the journey and delivering food and wood to families.  We’ll use any funds we collect to buy firewood for delivery.  There is a Paypal link on the Beauty Way page of our website.

I also miss all of you.  I miss traveling to your communities, sharing the music, dance and high vibe of our gatherings.  I usually don’t like to speak for other people, but I’m pretty sure Bear feels the same way.  Probably even more than I do.  Change is one of the few certainties in this world and these changes have been hard.  It will change again and I look forward to getting back in the groove.


Upcoming Show

In the mean time I want to let you know about a show in Santa Cruz on Friday, November 22nd.  We’ll be part of a benefit show at the Kuumbwa Jazz Center for the California Coalition Against Fracking.  The Stop Fracking show will also feature Keith Grenninger, The Banana Slug String Band and John Leopold- outstanding music in a sweet venue, for an important cause, produced by The Wheel Company.  Click here for a poster with complete details.


KQBM – Community Radio in the Foothills

I also invite you to check out the community radio station I’ve been working on for the last seven years.  KQBM is now streaming on the web and will go on the air at 90.7 FM on January 1st.  It’s the first community radio station in the foothill region.  I do a show called Heart and Soul on Wednesday night from 6 to 9 pm.  You can also listen to archived shows anytime, they’re available at KQBM.org.

I pick a theme and then play music, spoken word, poetry, film and video clips and other media related to the topic.  Recent episodes have been – Rich Man- Poor Man, Friends and Enemies, Secrets and Secrecy and a Lou Reed tribute.  Bruce Cockburn, Michael Franti, Leonard Cohen, The Clash, Clan Dyken, The Temptations, Alice DiMicele, Ben Harper, Joanne Rand, Bob Dylan, Dana Lyons, Fugazi, Darryl Cherney, Rage Against the Machine,  Marvin Gaye, Blackfire, Johnny Cash, Cornel West, Woody Guthrie, The Bastard Fairies, Miles Davis, Dyemusica, James Brown, Forest Gump and stuff you’ve never heard have all shown up on my play list.


Thanks Giving

When times are tough at home and around the world it can be easy to indulge the dark side, give in to despair or depression.  The long nights of late fall and winter are upon us and I feel the pull of darkness, asking for isolation.  The planet is getting hotter, the storms stronger and loved ones keep moving on.  Yet there is so much to be thankful for, not the least of which are the people I share my life with.  Just to be alive, present in the moment and open to possibility is plenty to be grateful for.  Thanks for being.

Clan Dyken Update and Upcoming (important) Events

Dear Friends,
I haven’t put out an update in quite some time. There have been some big changes in the world of Clan Dyken that have rearranged priorities. We haven’t done many shows this year, but we have a few coming up that we would really like to see you at.
Somer Moon will host an album release party on June 2 at Alchemy in Murphys to celebrate the release of her new album. It’s available now at www.clandyken.com.
The big change is Bear’s daughter Rose was diagnosed in December with astrocytomas, an aggressive form of brain cancer. She underwent surgery to have the cancerous tumor removed. The surgery was successful and the doctors recommended radiation and chemotherapy. Rose has opted for natural remedies. Six months on she is doing well, but has a long way to go. She has no insurance and no way to earn income , so much support is needed.
During this time Laura and I have been guardians of Rose’s daughter, Bella. She also needs a great deal of support. It’s been a life changing set of experiences, leaving a lot less time for music.
So after years of doing benefits for many causes near and far, Clan Dyken is throwing one for the family.
On June 8 a one day music festival and camp out will be held at the Horse and Barrel Ranch in Murphys to aid in the battle against brain cancer being waged by Rose.
The lineup will feature Casey Chisolm, The Hot Dark, Dyemusica, Somer Moon, Clan Dyken and Alice DiMecele. There will be a silent auction with services and items donated by supporters. Food and drink will also be available.
The family friendly event will also feature a bounce house for kids. The Horse and Barrel is on Nickerson Lane off French Gulch Road in Murphys.
This will be a great show and for those of you from out of the area a chance to see some of the hot talent from our area and our good friend Alice DiMicele will travel down from Oregon to complete the line up. It’s a great place to camp out and visit the foothill town of Murphys-home of 18 wineries, great dining, biking, sights to see and experience the mellow foothill lifestyle. Maybe you’d rather stay in the Murphys Hotel an historic building with stories in every room. There are many reasons to visit and I hope one of them motivates you to turn out for our first show of the summer.
A couple weeks later, on June 22nd we’ll be part of a show to benefit the community radio station I’ve been working on building for the last six years. Blue Mountain Radio, KQBM is now streaming on the internet, check it out at www.kqbm.org and listen in. I do a show on Wednesday nights called Heart and Soul from 6-9 pm pacific time. Every week I pick a theme and play music, spoken word and stories around the theme.
We are a few thousand dollars from being able to put the signal on the airwaves at 90.7 FM. This show is a free concert on the grounds of the Blue Mountain Coalition for Youth and Families in downtown West Point, which also houses KQBM. We’ll be part of a line up that will feature Megan O’Keefe, Dyemusica, The Broken Jug Band, Swing Gitane, The Tahoe Fire Dancers and Wiggle Woggle Circus and some street theater by Sony Castoe. There will be buffalo burgers, veggie burgers, beer from Lauginitas and local wines. You can check out the studio and record a top of the hour call. The energy and funds raised will go to putting another community radio station on the air. It all starts at 2:00 PM and promises to be a fine time.
Thanks for being part of our extended family, we hope to see you soon.

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2011 Beauty Way Report

For more photos by Daniel Harrison please visit the Beauty Way Facebook page.

We did it again. Despite the hard economic times your generosity and compassion have prevailed. The people of the Big Mountain/Black Mesa region once more send their thanks and blessings to all of you who helped bring the food, firewood and solidarity.

I remember reading stories of the rail riding hobos during the depression era who knew if they had no money and needed a meal or a place to rest they would go to the part of town or a rural area where the people didn’t have a whole lot themselves. They knew that’s where they would find the most generous, understanding folks. It would be simple food or accommodations, but it would be given with kindness. This project reminds me of that. We come to you, our fellow members of the 99 percent because we know you to be true of heart. None of our supporters who make the journey or contribute their time, labor, money and energy to produce the shows or come to dance or contribute on line have a whole lot of extra resources, but by combining what we have we make a difference.

When the blanket makes its rounds in each of the communities the Beauty Way tours stops to visit, it is filled with mostly small bills, often crumpled and sweaty from the pockets of people who have been dancing hard.

Some dig real deep or even save up in anticipation of being able to drop the occasional one hundred dollar bill into the pile. That’s the magic of it all-the love the gift is given with. Like loaves and fishes, what always seems to be an amount too small when we start grows into enough to transport all that love in the form of food, blankets, clothing, supplies and firewood all the way to the very remote regions of the Dineh Nation.

By the numbers:

  • 93 households served representing approximately 200 people
  • Over 5 tons of food distributed
  • 100 organic turkeys delivered
  • 20 cords of firewood delivered


When we arrived at Dove Springs this year we were blessed with incredible, warm weather, which always makes our task easier. Our camp of 30 people made quick work of dividing the goods. Then we teamed up with the 100 or so activists from Black Mesa Indigenous Support and the Colorado Crew to deliver what we had and get people together to cut even more wood than we could buy from our trusted wood cutter.

I only made one delivery trip, but it was a great one. The families on Coal Mine Mesa were doing well, which was a relief as I had heard some stories to the contrary. It was sad to find out Leo Yellowhair could not grow corn in his canyon last year due to extended drought, but he was in good health and spirits. Anna Begay was her usual feisty self and the smile she broke into when I handed her a beautiful quilt that was donated in Oregon was worth the trip. I don’t really know how old she is- I’ve been told she’s in her 80’s-but she is an amazing example of grace and toughness. Just that morning she had broken up a dogfight and suffered a pretty deep bite on her arm. The public health nurse happened to have a visit that day and bandaged her up. She showed no ill effects and was out in the yard making sure we stacked her wood properly. She was keeping the two young activists who were staying with her very busy and they were happy to be there.

We made the long trip from Coal Mine Mesa to Sand Springs, home of the Yazzie family. It’s been rough for the family since patriarch John Yazzie, a road man, healer, singer, respected elder and successful farmer passed away three years ago. It was great to see his son, Woody in such good spirits. They had a new solar electric system and Woody said they had a good year in the garden, growing corn, squash and melons.

His sister, Angie and her husband Rodger and their children were away at an event to raise funds to cover the expenses of sending Rodger Jr. to a bull riding competition-he’s a champion in his age group.

From there it was onto see the McCabes and the Nez family. These are both elder couples who are now living in new houses, built for them because they signed the accommodation agreement. The agreement grants Navajos 75-year leases for three-acre home sites as well as the right to graze sheep and to pray – as long as they apply for a permit from the Hopi government. If 85 percent or more of the affected Navajos sign the lease, the Hopi tribe will receive $50.2 million and 500,000 acres of land in trust from the federal government. It was nice to see these elders living in relative comfort after so many years of struggling. Mary Nez continues to weave beautiful rugs.

Ida McCabe had to give up weaving a few years ago due to arthritis in her hands. We were back in Dove Springs just after sunset. Other trucks were coming back from delivery runs all across the rez. Stories were mostly positive about the health and well being of many of the families we’ve been seeing for the past 20 years. Every year a few more of the elders pass on. I was particularly saddened to hear of the passing of Jenny Paddock, one of my favorite elders. We are seeing the end of an era. These are some of the last ones who live this close to the old ways. They remember a time before relocation, before cars and cell phones. Some survived boarding school, some managed to escape it. They have lived in the place and in the way the Creator intended their entire lives.

Over the next couple days all the food made it’s way out to the people. Evening fire circles gave way to morning prayer circles. Our hosts Tim and Belinda Johnson made everyone feel welcome. At one of the morning circles Tim reminded us how much the people, especially the elders look forward to and are grateful for the visit. He reminded us to look after each other too. That circle had people of all ages, from many different places, but they all had the same hearts. When we go around the circle it’s beautiful to see the faces shining in the morning sun as each person talks about what it means to be there. Every person is moved, many to tears as they describe why they have come, how much we all get from participating and how being on this land, with these people affects them.

For the week we were there the camp was busy with visitors, wood deliveries, story telling, singing, preparing and sharing meals, friendship, laughter and so much more. I know most people spend time with their families over Thanksgiving and I miss mine when I’m out there, but this is a true human family and community service is our bond. Thank you for helping to make it all possible. See you on the road.

A Bears Eye View
After an amazing series of events beginning with our epic bike music concert at the Port of Oakland during the historic general strike on the 2nd of November, where we witnessed what the San Francisco Chronicle estimated to be 100,000 people shut down the entire city and the fourth largest port in the country, and the ensuing 21st annual Revive the Beauty Way tour, we finally found ourselves in Arizona (Thanks to Keith of Sons and Development, in Grass Valley for filling my tank with biofuel).

A lot of dot connecting was going on for me regarding the relevance of the occupy movement to the ongoing struggle on Black Mesa where human rights are being trampled by multinational corporations extracting the resources so crucial to power the infrastructure of the military industrial machine that is in service to the %1 and massively polluting our biosphere by use of coal and uranium powered technologies of mass destruction.

Although we were pretty fried from the road it was great to be in Flagstaff and playing music at the Taala Hooghan, which is the info shop spearheaded by Klee Benally of the all Dine band "Black Fire". Klee was gracious to speak to us and bring us up to speed on the actions aimed at saving the San Francisco Peaks from being desecrated by developers bent on opening up more room for a ski resort. The Peaks are where the Kachinas that the Dine people pray to for rain abide. It is a sacred place for all the native people of the area and the plans to use sewage water to create artificial snow are an absolutely absurd example of arrogance so extreme as to boggle the mind. Klee has been arrested more than once over the summer and is facing some charges for his courageous actions in following his convictions, at one point chaining himself to a bulldozer to stop the project from going forward. You can learn more about this ongoing struggle at savethepeaks.org . He also filled us in on plans to occupy and disrupt the meeting of ALEC near Scottsdale Arizona beginning on the 28th of November, an action that was attended by some of the very resistors we served and ended up being wildly successful.

The next morning we were up early picking up the food, making connections and rolling on out another 100 miles to our base camp at Dove Springs. On the way we stopped briefly in the town of Leupp where there is an ad hoc open market with Dine people selling out of the backs of trucks and such. I bought some locally harvested, roasted and salted pinion nuts from a man there, and a fat white sage stick from a dreadlock Dine woman who also had other wild crafted herbs for sale, we used the sage in the morning circle. At camp it was yurt up, tarps down, boxes of stuff divided into units, food cooked and consumed, music played, firewood loaded, some days of deliveries driving around in groups of trucks. We have gotten really good at this.

One of the things that stood out for me this year was the nifty new mini, mobile, co-generator modules that were in place at some of the "accommodation" homesteads. They have an ample array of photo voltaic panels, a small wind generator, a bank of batteries, charge controller, and inverter, all in one neat unit that looks like it can be loaded by a forklift into a large pickup truck. I have mixed feelings about the accommodation agreement. On the one hand it certainly looks like at least some of the signers have made a deal that makes it much more doable to live on the remote family home sites scattered on Black Mesa. With the small rectangular, modern modular homes and these power units to provide electricity, these folks are definitely more comfortable and seem to have some breathing room from the oppression of the constant threat of relocation. On the other hand, it is only a 75 year lease, and then what? Tim Johnson expressed that he was feeling like burning the agreement because the conditions were not fully met. Seems to me the signers have given up a measure of sovereignty inferred in the lease to the Hopi tribe. They are confined to three-acre plots with a host of restrictions, including being required to have permits to hold gatherings and ceremonies, as well cut firewood. Also it has proven to be another way of dividing the resistance as non-signers such as Pauline Whitesinger are expressing their disapproval at watching their neighbors enjoying their new homes and power systems while the ones who have stuck to their guns are still toughing it out in grinding poverty unable to maintain their own dwellings and driving in raggedy rez mobiles or waiting for someone to come and help them with transportation needs. They still have little or no electricity or running water while the coal to light up all the southwest is being grabbed from under them. The pressure is tremendous for these holdouts to join with the others, their mood is desperate. Reviews are mixed and the jury is still out as far as I’m concerned.

Just a few stories of our friends out there; Last year our intrepid Tzadi H. had paid for and ordered a custom weaving from Mary Nez, but she couldn’t make it because the wild flowers that she needed for the colors did not bloom for lack of rain. So Tzadi will have to wait just like the corn that the desert people hang on to until they feel there will be enough rain to nourish it before they put it in the ground. However, I bought a fine dazzler blanket from her this year. I was stoked that she recognized me, and even more, when she came to give gifts of hand beaded necklaces to us she wordlessly, and with her big smile, gave me an extra one for Somer who, sadly, had to leave the tour after the Ashland show this year to be with her grandmother who was passing over due to cancer. Since Mary doesn’t speak English, she couldn’t tell me in words what she was thinking, but it seemed to me that she somehow understood what was happening and was offering her support for Somer and her family in this difficult time. As we drove away both Mary and Calvin came out of their house to wave us off, they are both very old. Buying their exquisite, world class, art is one of the best ways to support these elders and a person lucky enough to have one of these valuable weavings is enriched in many ways indeed.

For me the significant factor in the success of the Yazzies’ garden this year was that it was largely planted and tended by the young men of the family. Good to see the next generation taking over. These twenty somethings were proud of their melons, corn, and beautiful "Navajo" winter squash which they showed to me. They humbly gave the credit to Woody but he told me he hardly lifted a finger on the project due to some health problems of his own.

On the route up Big Mountain Boulevard it was good to see old friends and catch up on news. Just to give you an idea, here is a short story written by Mary Katherine Smith: "ok a kick in the little butt! i very rarely ask for help, but i kindly asked a couple organizations to assist me with firewood since my chainsaw is in the shop and i don’t see getting it out soon. after asking i was brushed off my wood level wouldn’t last another week at the time, and lo and behold! i believe it was santa. he was in a veggie diesel ford truck with firewood. this man had a long beard and dreadlocks! then another man arrived, this could have been his elf. though they have never met. He knew how to throw an axe, now i’m set for a good two months. Ho Ho Ho.”

There is so much to talk about and you would really have to make the trip to know what I mean by that, and so we have to pick and choose stories in these newsletters. So now I want to shine a light on a woman named Shannon Francis who is half Dine and half Hopi. She is the mother of six and a seemingly tireless activist in support of her people. She seemed to be everywhere at once. She was there helping the Yellowhairs’ with trucking water for their animals, she was there giving Anna Begay a shampoo. She was at the Blackrocks’ where the other supporters were camped. At one point she was going to Hotevilla where one of her children is to be initiated and she asked me if there was anything we need from Hopi. "Piki bread" I said hopefully. There were some new folks with us who have never had a taste, plus I personally can’t seem to get enough of this stuff. The Hopi people make it by using a very thin porridge of blue corn meal toasted to a crispy perfection on a hot rock and then rolled into a delicate, flaky, tube like bread. When we got back to camp after dark there was some waiting for us, she had somehow managed to get the stuff and make it back to Dove Springs before us. The next day there was a whole box of it. The next time I saw her she promised to introduce me to her supplier but because of her water carrying priorities that never happened, so now I have that to look forward to next year. Shannon is much more than a good piki hookup. If you are lucky enough to be on her email list you will be receiving a constant flow of vital information to keep you abreast of happenings in Indian Country. She is a permaculture advocate and an important member of the Colorado support network. She is currently working on, among a host of other things, water issues and other ways to bring Hopi and Dine people together for common goals. Good stuff.

I also want to shine a light on our very own Mr. Mark Dyken. The brother number one had a very rough trip this year as his back had been bothering him before even leaving, and this trip will whoop your butt even when you are feeling your oats. By the time he left the rez he could not walk, stand or even lay down with comfort. Remember he also did most of the bus driving for the whole tour plus playing his usual rock solid best as the drummer for Clan Dyken in all of the nine shows across California, Southern Oregon, and one in Arizona. You will notice he did not mention any of this in his report, which is typical of his too blessed to be stressed style. He gets the purple heart for this year!

I also want to give a shout out to veteran supporter, Mike Gerrel, who couldn’t make it because of his health. Mikey, you are missed and mentioned often by resistors and supporters alike. I hope you can feel the love. Be on the lookout for Mikes short homemade film on the struggle at Black Mesa, which I hear is excellent.

Each year after the gifts are delivered and supporters are ready to leave, there is a gathering, a closing circle, open to all the supporters and resistors. This year it was held at the home of Clarence Blackrock near the coal mine. Food is prepared by the longtime stalwarts, Seeds of Peace, featuring the amazing chef, Grumbles. It’s at this gathering that we get to pray with, and hear from the elders who can make it, one more time. Dine crafters are presenting, contact info is being shared, local foodstuffs such as blue corn meal and cedar ashes, are for sale (which I am always on the lookout for), and upcoming events and projects are talked about. As I looked around the crowd it struck me once again what a diverse, and unlikely group we are. Many languages are being spoken, everyone is feeling welcomed and accepted. The gratitude is palpable. I felt warm and well fed, and I didn’t really want to leave but my adventurous friend, Kern, and I had gotten a ride in the back of Tzadis’ truck with our long bikes as we had ambitiously planned to ride the forty miles back to our camp at Dove Springs. We were prepared to camp somewhere along the route but as we got going through the highlands and the sunset melted into night, we just couldn’t seem to stop, even after I had taken a minor mashup on a hairpin turn. The terrain is rough and rocky with craggy arroyos cutting through here and there. Down the dramatic grade into Wide Ruin Wash and up the other side. It was well past dark by the time we got to the Rocky Ridge School. We were not talking much. We were in a bicycle trance. Just about the time we got to Newspaper Rock, where all the petroglyphs dance on the half circle of high, red walls, we heard the cheering of our comrades rolling by. When we finally made it to camp there was a nice warm fire in the yurt. The pleasant conversation and laughter mixed with my dreams until one by one everyone drifted off to sleep.

In the morning we took down the yurt, packed up everything and zeroed out the camp, trash and all. Tim and Belinda sat in circle with us and shared mountain tobacco and stories one last time. There were some in our group, like Dar, who had been talking about a spring trip this coming year. Stories of friends, families, and issues facing the people were kicked around. Some of the Dine people and supporters were headed for the ALEC actions near Scottsdale. Here is a link to a video of Louise Benally speaking there, listen to her carefully, she is speaking in her second language. If you have any questions about why we have made this trip 21 times and plan to do it again next year, this should answer them:

Love, Bear

Spring Planting Anyone?
Last week we received a call from John Yazzie Jr. of Sand Springs. He wanted to know if we would be interested in helping with spring planting and expanding the fields. A new tractor is needed and the family could use labor to put in the crops. He specifically said they don’t just want the financial support, they want to work together to make this happen. This is great news. I know we can manifest a tractor and a good crew. If you are interested in any part of this opportunity please contact us. We’ll keep you updated on this wonderful development.

2010 Beauty Way Thanksgiving Report

One thousand miles is a long way to travel or it’s just a few blinks of the eye, depending on your perspective. World leaders, business tycoons and diplomats criss-cross the globe in jets and a thousand tiny miles zoom past far below, as a family walks from the homeless shelter to the food bank in one of the towns that dot the landscape. Somewhere between the speed of a 737 cutting through the sky and the measured pace of a well worn, too large tennis shoe shuffling down the cracked sidewalk, a caravan rolls through time and space to a land out of time. You were on that caravan. You loaded it with food, warm clothes, firewood and kindness. You delivered the message of hope and connection to elders and families that live beneath the chem trails and wide open skies of the high desert in the land of the Dineh. You put smiles on the faces of the people who Walk in Beauty through the land the Creator put them on so many years ago. They were glad to see you.

Once again this journey- art form-fact finding mission-supply delivery trip-live social networking session and celebration came together to serve the families on the land and the supporters from afar. For twenty years now people like you have kept this connection strong. In good times and especially in the tough times you make sure we let the People know we stand with them. This year the journey to the Dineh Nation featured musical stops in Prescott and Flagstaff along the way. In Prescott we played an acoustic set at The Sacred Bean, a coffee house in the downtown area. We were graced by a visit from Dineh elder, long time resistor and activist Katherine Anne Smith and her equally dynamic daughter Mary Katherine. I don’t often see the elders away from the land. It was a special moment to have her sitting on a couch right up front listening and smiling as we played “Revive the Beauty Way”. In Flagstaff we stopped at the Taala Hooghan Info Shop, a grass roots, indigenous activist and community action headquarters. The building also houses Outta Yer Backpack Media, an incredible indigenous youth media hub.

From the OYBMedia web site – OYBMedia is an Indigenous youth response to the need for media justice in our communities. We seek to create community ownership of media through youth empowerment. We challenge corporate dominated media by telling our own stories and by establishing our own networks and opportunities for media distribution. We emphasize resource access for youth with a focus on media literacy.

Young people worked on short films and other projects until the wee hours of the morning while we were there. It was inspiring to see the level of awareness and the movement into action by these sharp, young minds.

We played an acoustic set in a small room, where a small stage was set up opposite the martial arts work out equipment that had been pushed to the back. The evening started with an opening talk by Danny Blackgoat, elder, teacher and son of the legendary resistor, Roberta Blackgoat. Danny talked for a long while, but one of the things that stuck with me was a message I’ve heard before from long time activists. It’s important to keep doing the good work and fighting the good fight no matter who is paying attention. We must be guided by our highest principles and remain true to them no matter the difficulty or odds against success.

Klee Benally, one of the three siblings who make up the band Blackfire joined us to finish the show. We backed him up as he rocked the Peter LaFarge song “I’m an Indian, I’m an Alien”. In addition to being an award winning artist and musician, Klee is a dedicated activist and a driving force behind Taala Hooghan and OYBMedia. He’s a mentor to the youth who are learning how to use the media and a great voice for indigenous issues.

The next morning we left Flagstaff just in front of a winter storm. As rain and snow filled the sky around the San Francisco Peaks (Dook’o’oosłííd) behind us, brilliant arcs of color could be seen all around the landscape. We were driving the Beauty Way Prayer – Beauty before me, Beauty behind me, Beauty above me, Beauty below me, Beauty all around me – I walk (drive) the Beauty Way. The rainbow light show stayed with us for more than two hours as we made our way to Dove Springs, the homestead of Tim and Belinda Johnson. These kind folks have been sharing their place with us for many years and it feels like home when we pull up the long dirt road to their little canyon.

Our crew of 25 people, ranging from toddlers to elders and all ages in between quickly set up camp. Bear’s yurt was erected and looked like it really belonged among the sandstone cliffs and ledges. Tents filled the sheltered spaces between rocks and washes, wood smoke from the fire circle twisted into the air and the space was prepared for the food divide. We combined forces with a group from Colorado and the well organized, long time stalwarts, Black Mesa Indigenous Support who base in Flagstaff. Food came from all the camps, dog food was in place (thanks Maureen!), clothing and blankets were gathered and divided, fire wood was cut by supporters and trucked in from Flagstaff. The place was buzzing as the work force dove into the task of dividing and delivering more than five tons of goods, 25 cords of firewood and loads of love to 110 families spread out over hundreds of miles of dirt roads in remote locations all around this part of the reservation. From Big Mountain to Blue Canyon, Teehsto to Jeddito, Sand Springs to Coal Mine Mesa and beyond. The names of the places start to tell the stories and every year we add a few more chapters.

There were some anxious moments as we were getting set to start deliveries. Word came to our camp that one of the volunteer sheep herders, who was placed with an elder couple was lost. She had been missing for more than a day and people were quite concerned for her safety. Night time temperatures were in the single digits and she had already been out one night on her own. Search efforts were being hampered by politics as well. Since this is technically Hopi land the Navajo Search and Rescue teams were not being allowed to look for her and the Hopi seemed to have little interest in helping out. A promised helicopter never materialized and as the second night of the ordeal approached she had not been located and was certainly in a dangerous situation. Exhausted teams of supporters searched long after darkness fell on the second night, but could not find her.

That night as we gathered in the yurt for music and stories Tim Johnson told us he was certain the Dineh tracker who was now on the case would find her. He was right. By mid morning of the next day as our camp was preparing to join the search we heard she had been found. Weary and exhausted, but in good shape she was reunited with her family and headed back to San Francisco. Once the extra drama was cleared up people turned back to the task at hand with a sense of urgency. We needed to get things out to families ahead of another approaching storm. Just as it has been for the past 20 years people applied themselves and completed the mission.

It is amazing to be part of such an effort and to feel the connection between the people. To be somewhere without “us” and “them”. We know our offerings are small, but as Tim told us in one of the morning circles at Dove Springs, the people of the land look forward to this time of year and truly enjoy receiving these gifts. Even more than the material things they are glad and buoyed by the knowledge that people know who they are and what they are going through. Yes, they were glad to see you. For photos of the journey by Daniel Harrison please visit the gallery.


Additional Ruminations by Bear

I just finished reading "Yellow Dirt" "An American Story Of A Poisoned Land, And A People Betrayed" by Judy Pasternak, an excellent book for anyone wanting some more background on the tragic environmental impact of resource extraction on Indian country. I first became aware of Pasternaks’ work from reading her five part series in the L.A. Times on the history of uranium mining on the Navajo Nation. Her straight forward style mixes the personal stories of affected families and a thorough attention to general history following through to the present struggle for compensation, clean up, and resistance to the next push for uranium. Reading this book lead me to a broader understanding of the magnitude of the abuse of the people and the land that happened in secret during the uranium boom at the end of WW2 and in the years of the Cold War arms race that followed. Pictures and a map showing all of the uranium mines (a whole lot of them right near Tuba City) are featured. I also learned about two new movies of relevance from the book: "Navajo Boy" and "Hear Our Voices" which i would really like to see. This book crosses our path at many passes. It outlines the story of the largest radioactive spill in U.S. history. 100 million gallons of radioactive stew dumped into the Rio Puerco, which happens to be where the resistors we visit are being pressured to relocate to. It got me thinking about our friends the Yazzie family from Sand Springs, who tried to claim their compensation checks because they were down wind from the nuclear weapons tests north of Las Vegas and are entitled to the same support as was offered to the people of Saint George Utah and other down winder communities. What is the true cost of these reckless tests? Is there any way to truly pay for such devastation? They never did succeed in navigating their way through the various government agencies to get the checks. Grandma has since been long gone, and now Grandpa too, but the radiation is still blowing around. And what about the Western Shoshone who’s land the nuclear weapons tests occurred on? Is there any way to "compensate" the people for making them the most bombed nation on earth?

The indigenous peoples of the American South West have suffered greatly for the excesses of modern society and the military/industrial madness that leads to the building of enormous stockpiles of weapons of mass destruction and the production of mass pollution. We are proud to stand in solidarity and to be humble deliverers of some boxes of food and firewood and some songs and good cheer to the heroic people who fight on to resist relocation from their sacred home lands, which makes them the front line defense against multi-national corporations greedy for the oil, coal, and uranium on Indian lands. A heart felt THANKS for every little contribution that keeps this magic happening happening.

Love, Bear