When I first looked at the studies of mining contamination of the waters around Ouje-Bougoumou I was more than a little angry. Many of you, once you read the story will feel equally shocked and outraged over what has been withheld from the Ouje-Bougoumou people. This information is the smoking gun: the Quebec government’s own data show that the lake and river sediments are poisoned.
Recently I was involved in a discussion with my partner and some of his friends who came of age in the 1960s. Our discussion was about how upside down the world is these days with wars in Ukraine and Gaza killing many thousands of people and destroying towns and cities. It is interesting to hear from people who grew up in the 1960s and 1970s because they bring an historical background to what is happening now. Many people I know were part of the hippie and counterculture movement of the time.
Spring without the annual ice break-up is now just a rapid melt with sluggish ice slushing around. I can’t remember the last time I witnessed a real ice break-up – maybe a half century ago.
Two weeks ago, I landed in Cusco, Peru, which is 11,000 feet above sea level. From the airplane, I could see tiny communities nestled in the most unlikely places at the peaks of mountains, sometimes connected only by small dirt roads. Kind of like a rez way up in the sky.
The chirping birds are a signal that spring has finally arrived in the North. The burbling sounds of the rapids have a calming effect as they soften my memories of the latest blizzard, hopefully the last until sometime in July. The rocks of old are showing themselves under the rushing waters of a small river. I wonder how long those rocks have been there... since time immemorial?
It looks like the swallows are back and that is a sure sign of warmer weather to come. A couple of weeks ago I heard the honking of Niska (Canada geese) as they paused to take a break on the field behind our house in Kirkland Lake. They seemed to have moved on now and have arrived at their summer destinations on the shore of James Bay.
The rush to get to camp is on so we can harvest geese, caribou, bear and other wildlife that abound on our lands. I hear a small bush plane taking off with a load of cargo or passengers, noting that everyone has that new look on their faces, the one that glows with anticipation of returning to camp. Yes, it’s that time of the year again – Spring Goose Break.
There was electricity in the air when Kahnawake Grand Chief Kahsennenhawe Sky-Deer spoke about a special moment in Mohawk history. She was referencing the co-ownership deal on a proposed $1.1 billion transmission line to export yet more electricity to New York City that the community signed with Hydro-Québec.
There’s little wonder why the ancients were in a state of shock and panic during a total solar eclipse. Many cultures feared the “end of times” or some other impending catastrophe during an eclipse.
I phoned my brother to give him some sad news about myself. I admitted that I’ve been sick and needed to let him know. His bravely solemn tone indicated that this wasn’t what he was expecting to hear from me. He wanted to know what was wrong and I stated rather seriously that I had goose fever.
