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There is no snow in the mountains. It's worrisome because it means a dry spring and a relentlessly parched summer. It means that the threat of wildfire will be high.
I've read a lot of philosophy over the years. When I was a teenager and largely hanging out in libraries it was the early 1970s and there were a lot of great books geared toward achieving your greatest potential.
Is it just me or does this job keep getting easier and easier the longer Stephen Harper runs the country? As an aboriginal person, and consequently one whose rights and issues are lowest on the Conservative totem pole, there's generally enough to grouse a
I've watched the recent politics of my people with great interest. Given Barack Obama's success in the United States and the hope it engendered in people of colour across the globe, the work of native leaders has become fascinating for me.
MONTREAL The first thing you notice when you land here is the virtual lack of snow.
Someone killed a moose on the timber road above our home. That's not odd given the area in which we live. But what was out of the ordinary was how they treated the carcass.
The snow came last week. It wasn't a blatant invasion like some parts of the country experienced, nor was it a thrust into the deep freeze.
There are a lot of Christmas stories out there. There seems no end to the heartwarming, inspirational, spiritual and emotional tales that make the rounds at this time of year.
There was a time in this country when the only representative TV image Canada had of First Nation people was the war-bonneted Indian on the CBC test pattern.
Sun Peaks Resort, BC The winter hit early and the snow at the top of the mountain is already a metre deep. There's a stiff wind that rocks our seat on the chair lift and the bracing cold feels more like January than the last day of November.
Beausoleil First Nation, ON When I was small the world had frightening properties. I was a foster kid and I was terrified of being uprooted.
Beausoleil First Nation, ON November is mild here on beautiful Georgian Bay. The maple bush that comprises most of this Ojibway reserve has been reduced to skeletal trees and the forest floor is deep in scarlet leaves.
Harmony is the world in balance. Harmony is all things ringing true together. According to the teachings of my people, it's the most difficult thing to achieve in life, either as an individual or as a collective.
I watch the first veil of snow plow across the mountain. From the picture window that overlooks the lake the view is panoramic and you can watch weather happen. It's one of those incredible gifts that come with being so close to the land.
We travelled to Prince George, BC, recently for the Aboriginal Storytellers and Writers Festival. It's an annual gathering of people for whom the idea of creating and sharing story is central to their lives.
One night in the summer I stood out on our deck with a group of friends. They sky was awesome.
There's a shade of blue that lives where the sun meets the horizon every morning. It sits in that mysterious space where darkness meets light, where night begins its rise into day.
I've become a frequent flyer. These days that's not such an odd thing to say. The airports I've become a regular in are crammed with travellers any day of the week.
The community where I live is well outside the city. It's a half hour by car to get here and the drive into the mountains is an inspiring journey every time. The geography changes with each couple kilometres.
Tolstoy once wrote that all happy families are alike. He went on to say that all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way.