Gold has arrived. Here in the north of Ontario we see vast streams of gold shimmering across the landscape as autumn is here and the the leaves are turning...
I am the product, evolution of many thousands of years as are you. I grew up on the land in the remote far north of Ontario following in the footsteps of my...
I sure am a lucky guy. Most of the time I take my life and all that I enjoy for granted but every once in a while I pause to think of so much I have to be grateful for. Stopping to remember to feel gratitude has helped keep me grounded and positive.
In June 2000, I wrote a column on the J.R. Nakogee Elementary school and the fact that it had been closed down due to contamination from an estimated 70,000 litres of diesel fuel over many years of leakage. I pointed out that it was distressing to know that the leakage had been going on for years and parents as well as educators were lobbying for something to be done. Well, guess what? The federal government announced March 6 that it was moving ahead with plans to finally build a new school for the children of Attawapiskat.
Recently in the news there has been concern for the people of Fort Albany and Kashechewan First Nations due to the flooding. This type of danger is an annual worry that has to do with the damming of rivers by large floating chunks of ice.
Spring is here and it is time to get in shape.
Let’s face it, most Canadians are not in the best physical shape. As a First Nation person, I can say that the Native peoples of Canada are generally in really bad shape.
For the past 10 years, I have been struggling to keep my weight down. I eat too much and I don’t exercise enough. This past winter, I scared the heck out of myself when I hit 200 pounds for the first time and I am five feet eleven inches. People say I wear my weight well but I don’t feel great and as I am becoming middle aged, it is becoming a problem.
I am proud to be a First Nation person. I am about as pure bred as an Aboriginal person can be in Canada as both my mother and father were born on the land in their traditional territories. Visibly, I look like a Native Canadian. I even have long hair and I keep it in a pony tail. I feel comfortable with my long hair as I have been growing it for the past 20 years.
This winter was the strangest one that I have ever seen when it comes to being sick. I was actually ill with some kind of lung infection for three months. Many of my family members and friends were also sick with this type of infection. It was terrible as I had a sore throat for awhile, then lost my voice and then coughed for a couple of months.
These days there are all kinds of ways for people to communicate. When I was a teenager there was the telephone, regular mail, fax and the trusty old bush radio. People found out about news concerning friends and family through these technologies. Then everything changed.
Suddenly in the 90s computers began to appear and then came the Internet. As with most people I was dazzled by these new media and technologies. At the time I was finishing high school and these new communication tools were opening up a whole new world for me and so many of my friends.
The past few weeks have been very anxious for so many people in northern Ontario who have had to deal with huge forest fires.
These fires are no surprise to Native elders.
Many Elders I speak to have been warning of the climate changing for a few years now. They worry that the weather will become very hot and the forest dry.
I grew up on the James Bay coast where thinking about what I ate was not something I considered much. The only time anyone I knew thought about food had to do with where to find the cheapest sources of nutrition around. This meant an abundance of natural foods that were mostly centered around wild meat like Niska (goose), Atik (Caribou), Namess (fish), Sheesheep (duck) and Waboose (rabbit). Occasionally in the summer we Cree up the James Bay coast supplemented our diet with wild berries we picked from islands in the Bay.
I was happy to hear recently that my little niece Rita Shisheesh married her childhood sweetheart, Trevor Koostachin. Rita was always an angel and the first grandchild in our family. She had these big friendly almond eyes and her smile was infectious. She was fussed over for at least two years before the next baby in the family arrived.
Gold has arrived. Here in the north of Ontario we see vast streams of gold shimmering across the landscape as autumn is here and the the leaves are turning...
I am the product, evolution of many thousands of years as are you. I grew up on the land in the remote far north of Ontario following in the footsteps of my...