I love the reminder to pay attention to the treasures of the elders--in every tradition. Al's story about the bush dances reminds me of a tradition I was once privileged to witness: in western North Carolina there is a tradition around Jan 6 called "Breaking up Christmas." In the version I attended, friends were invited to someone's house, bringing along their Christmas trees and a contribution to a shared supper. There was chili on a wood stove inside. Outside, there was a bonfire to which each guest would add their decomissioned Christmas tree, which would go up with a glorious spray of sparks and pops. Those outside at the fire would tell stories or just watch the fire until they got too cold. Or look up at a sky brilliant with stars. Inside, a room had been cleared and those who brought instruments were playing guitars, fiddles and other instruments, playing one song after the other. Or in the room with the food, just visiting and sampling each other's offerings.
It was magical. Music, singing, food, fire, gathering--these are all elements that have brought people together for millennia. I mourn that the pandemic has made gatherings with food so risky, but maybe a bonfire is in order...
"Their outrage grows louder and more aggressive but that is a sign they are failing to keep us contained." For some reason I often think this outrage is self-generated, rather than a reaction. And because I think that way, I don't have a lot of hope. But what you say is true--they're angrier and louder when we make even the tiniest bit of headway. I need to remember this. Thanks.
What an absolutely wonderful post, Chris. I am moved by your story, and your reverence for the story. The bitch light image is now haunting me in a good way. Thank you.
To spend another afternoon in the garden with my Grandmother Antoinette! It is my great misfortune that she passed when I was 15. Had I been a bit older there are so many more conversations we could have had. I ever endeavor to keep her memory alive and to honor her.
And to share a personal thought, live in the light with hope and compassion and equality and Justice will eventually prevail. Not that there will no obstacles, some ugly obstacles. Continue to forge ahead with your passions and your dreams.
Chris, I love this so much--was moved by Lorelie Ivanoff's essay as well, have been thinking about it all week and love that you wrote about it and the story of the bitch lights, and the joy of the dance, and this: "But I don’t need those resources because I have Al’s story. And now you have it too. So find your origins, friends. Talk to your elders. We have largely forgotten what bounty they provide us. For all our digital convenience, they are the sources that matter." Yes. It's so easy to forget this.
My knowledge of Metis' is so limited. The Google search results I came across do not seem to be written by indigenous writers. Until your book comes out, is there something else I could read?
I love the reminder to pay attention to the treasures of the elders--in every tradition. Al's story about the bush dances reminds me of a tradition I was once privileged to witness: in western North Carolina there is a tradition around Jan 6 called "Breaking up Christmas." In the version I attended, friends were invited to someone's house, bringing along their Christmas trees and a contribution to a shared supper. There was chili on a wood stove inside. Outside, there was a bonfire to which each guest would add their decomissioned Christmas tree, which would go up with a glorious spray of sparks and pops. Those outside at the fire would tell stories or just watch the fire until they got too cold. Or look up at a sky brilliant with stars. Inside, a room had been cleared and those who brought instruments were playing guitars, fiddles and other instruments, playing one song after the other. Or in the room with the food, just visiting and sampling each other's offerings.
It was magical. Music, singing, food, fire, gathering--these are all elements that have brought people together for millennia. I mourn that the pandemic has made gatherings with food so risky, but maybe a bonfire is in order...
"Their outrage grows louder and more aggressive but that is a sign they are failing to keep us contained." For some reason I often think this outrage is self-generated, rather than a reaction. And because I think that way, I don't have a lot of hope. But what you say is true--they're angrier and louder when we make even the tiniest bit of headway. I need to remember this. Thanks.
What an absolutely wonderful post, Chris. I am moved by your story, and your reverence for the story. The bitch light image is now haunting me in a good way. Thank you.
Just filled my heart right up and kept kn going, Chris. Thank you 💗💗💗
Hi Chris,
To spend another afternoon in the garden with my Grandmother Antoinette! It is my great misfortune that she passed when I was 15. Had I been a bit older there are so many more conversations we could have had. I ever endeavor to keep her memory alive and to honor her.
And to share a personal thought, live in the light with hope and compassion and equality and Justice will eventually prevail. Not that there will no obstacles, some ugly obstacles. Continue to forge ahead with your passions and your dreams.
Sincerely,
Melissa
Chris, I love this so much--was moved by Lorelie Ivanoff's essay as well, have been thinking about it all week and love that you wrote about it and the story of the bitch lights, and the joy of the dance, and this: "But I don’t need those resources because I have Al’s story. And now you have it too. So find your origins, friends. Talk to your elders. We have largely forgotten what bounty they provide us. For all our digital convenience, they are the sources that matter." Yes. It's so easy to forget this.
My knowledge of Metis' is so limited. The Google search results I came across do not seem to be written by indigenous writers. Until your book comes out, is there something else I could read?
This struck SUCH A CHORD with me, thank you!
Great read as usual, thank you Chris
Was just thinking about you this morning, wondering what the next newsletter topic would be. Love this one. Good reading today!
Quilliq, music, dance, food in community has sustaining power. Thank you for the reminder.