Seniors, Sports and a Special Visitor at St. Joseph’s!

Good day from St. Joseph’s Indian School.

Fall has arrived with brisk mornings and nice afternoons.  The leaves are starting to change, but seem to be taking their time.  I envy those living on the East coast who are currently enjoying the changing of the leaves’ colors!

High School Seniors

St. Joseph's seniors researching their college options.
St. Joseph’s seniors researching their college options.

Fall is a reminder to our high school seniors that their academic year is moving along and it is time to start looking at where they would like to attend college. Each senior has been getting a variety of brochures from colleges around the state and  Continue reading “Seniors, Sports and a Special Visitor at St. Joseph’s!”

Guest Blogger: Claire

Lakota girls posing for a picture.
The girls had a great time on their trip!

Hello again!  Only a few short weeks ago, I was writing about the upcoming Cultural Trip with the incoming eighth-grade girls.  I was very excited, because we had been planning for months, and I was eager to get on the road!

As the saying goes, if you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans.  The morning we left, we experienced a change in staff, kids, itinerary and vehicles.  Yikes!  We repacked our gear, reprinted our route, piled onto the mini-bus and headed out for a week of winging it.  This turned out to be a blessing.

Uncertainty is a great prioritizer.  Instead of focusing on where we were going to be and when, we shifted more towards how we were going to be and why.  Our first evening together, we did not do anything on our itinerary.  The world did not come to an end.

Instead of hurrying to get somewhere, we stopped to celebrate Cassidy’s birthday at the Golden Corral.  As luck would have it, Fr. Steve was able to join us.  Of course, we waited until he left the table to practice a Pinger Home birthday tradition: whipped cream in the face.  What, who, us?

We got to our campsite early, and spent the evening making prayer ties/prayer flags.  April guided the girls through the process, explaining the use of sage and tobacco and the connections between colors and directions.  Since Fr. Steve wasn’t able to join is for this, the girls decided they would each make him a prayer flag, that way he would have prayers for climbing Bear Butte too.  Praying together in this way built a sense of belonging, both to each other and to something bigger.  This was a very positive way to start of our journey together, talking about hopes and dreams, prayers and intentions.

Two girls and Fr. Steve at the top of Bear Butte.
“We made it to the top!”

Letting go of expectations and just being in the moment was an ongoing theme for the week.  The morning we met Fr. Steve at Bear Butte, it was so foggy that we actually drove past the mountain without seeing it.  The trails were wet and visibility was low, and we weren’t sure if we should attempt the climb in these conditions.

We just decided to carry our prayer ties and hike for however long we needed to.  Some of the girls got as far as the third switchback and had enough.  A few more kept on for quite a ways longer and then headed back as well.  Some girls just kept going.  A little further.  And then a little further.   Finally, we just committed to making it to the top.   There wasn’t much to see in the fog—no scenic overlooks, no way to trace the path ahead or behind.  What seemed disappointing at first turned out to be a gift. The fog actually made it easier to stay in the moment.  Having to focus on each step along the way meant not being distracted by what was “way over there.”   Not “having to” make it to the summit made it easier to enjoy the process of getting there.

We had similar experiences the following day at Mato Tipila, more commonly known as Devil’s Tower. The girls said “Let’s walk the long trail!”  (Is this ever a good idea?)   But it was sunny and bright, and it seemed like a lovely day to take the long road.  So off we went, pausing every so often to pose for pictures, pick sage or sniff the trees. (The pine trees smell like cinnamon rolls.  I kid you not.)

Hiking group at Devil's Tower.
We had a beautiful day at Devil’s Tower.

After about two hours, I admit I started to get a bit nervous.  It was hot, we hadn’t seen any other hikers for quite some time, and it seemed like we were not anywhere close to being done.  Ellie and I had just crested ANOTHER long hill, when a soft breeze picked up.  Ellie looked at me and said, “I think Grandfather is looking out for us.”  A minute later, two hikers passed us going in the opposite direction and assured us cheerfully that we were “almost there.”  Bless you, Ellie.

Sometimes setbacks opened up into opportunities: our dinner plans with friends of April’s fell through.  Instead, we were invited to an inipi  – sweat lodge.  Three girls who were nervous about trying something new decided to take a leap of faith and take part in the ceremony.

Other times, opportunities for learning and sharing arose spontaneously. While out walking, several of the girls started to ask about Lakota/Dakota names for the animals.  They shared phrases that they had learned from their grandmothers, or asked April, “How do you say….”

While touring United Tribes Technical College, one girl said,

“I hadn’t even thought about college before, but I can really see myself going here.”

Although we had times of being prayerful and serious, we rarely missed an opportunity to get silly—lip-syncing at passing traffic on the bus, setting marshmallows on fire, falling down on the trails, incessantly shouting “Inkpaduta!!”  Inkpaduta is the name of one of the quarries at Pipestone National Monument.  It really caught on.

I asked the girls what their favorite moments on the trip were.  Several responses involved someone falling on their behinds while hiking – they are eighth graders, after all. Other girls mentioned that they liked having a chance to participate in ceremony (inipi, prayer ties, sacred pipe).  Others liked seeing new places, especially Devil’s Tower.

For me, I needed the reminder that it was ok to let go and trust.  I could have faith that God would guide April and I, and that everything would work out the way it needed to.  I also needed to be reminded that we weren’t going this alone, that we had support from staff, family, friends and donors.  I’m already planning on going again next year … knock on wood!

Legacies and future plans

A former St. Joseph’s Indian School employee, Peggy, died at the age of 92. Her son Mike works on campus as our custodian, and I was asked to lead the funeral services. For many years Peggy was the public face of our Thrift Store on St. Joseph’s Indian School’s campus, who enjoyed interacting with all the people who passed her way. At 92, she outlived many of her peers, and the “friends” side of the church had only a handful of people. But the “family” side was filled with a vast number of grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great grandchildren. I was struck by how one life, especially a mother’s life, can touch so many others and leave a legacy of love and care.

Our four high school seniors are finalizing their plans for the fall. D’Kera and Erin have been accepted to South Dakota State in Brookings, South Dakota. D’Kera will first spend some training time in the Army Reserves. Danisha plans to attend Dakota State in Madison, South Dakota. She also got word today that she was accepted for a summer internship at Crazy Horse Monument. While there she will earn college credit to get her off to a good start. Nick is still undecided about his post high school plans are, but would like to study business and accounting.