It had been a while since I celebrated New Year’s Eve in my hometown of Mistissini. My two sons, Hunter and Declan, and I boarded an Air Creebec flight December 27 – the first time either of the boys had been on an airplane.
Looking back on the last decade it seems that the world has changed dramatically, but perhaps it was just Facebook cornering our attention until we were hooked on expressing ourselves to half the global population.
2019 was quite a year. For us northerners in Ontario’s James Bay region it was full of snow with very cold winter temperatures and a short summer. We all survived a nasty federal election, ending up with a minority government with the Liberals still in charge.
I firmly believe that Kahnawake Survival School (KSS) has a unique opportunity to produce some of the most successful students in my Mohawk community – and they have filled up an impressive list already. But there’s still room for improvement.
I was watching a recent episode of Enquête, Radio-Canada’s weekly newsmagazine, in which two self-proclaimed medicine men who make a lot of money in Europe teaching “Indigenous health and medicines” were being investigated.
Another year has come and gone. It may have been a great year, or it might have been the crappiest year you have experienced to date. We all hope the new year will be better no matter how good or bad was the past one.
Office parties are a lot of fun. Especially when it’s a regional event and you have to travel to go meet with your co-workers who are spread out across Eeyou Istchee. This year, an incredibly large Christmas party was held in Gatineau for our regional government.
It’s nearing that time of the year again when you are filled with the spirit of giving and hoping for a bit of receiving. I know that Santa does exist – as a hybrid of parents, uncles and aunts, and grandparents all sharing to give to the offspring that fill our world with lifelong memories and treasures to fill the scrapbook of life.