Tonight I was watching a program about the Mackenzie River Delta and the people that have been summering there from time out of rememberance. For us hunting may be a cruel practice but for these people it is a way of life that is necessary to so that they can survive through the winter. It is about passing on tradition and education about respect for the land and its people.
The thing that struck me the most was the change.
The one woman who had photos and film from the the past - a summer in 1956. She showed how this was the place where all the communities and families got together after the hard winter to share stories and the work. She told how the river was filled with schooners and the beaches lined with tents. Now there are only a few boats and even fewer people.
The river is now too shallow for schooners and the people use wooden ice houses instead of tents. The river banks are growing to such a degree that often they have to move the ice houses closer to the water because the water has receded that much in one season. The hills are eroding and where there was snow all year round, now there is only boggy ground and sink holes. One woman said that years ago the ocean was covered in ice even in summer but now there is none - even late into the autumn.
There is no talk of blame here. The change is almost expected. They are adapting. They are celebrating that they are still able to share these traditions with their children and grandchildren.
This year has not turned out to be anything I expected it to be but I am adapting. I am learning to expect the change. I think we have lived on false hopes that we could control our world as much as we have tried. Yes we can "be the change we wish to see in the world" but sometimes I think we need to let go. Let the truth of the universe wash over us. So I am asking you to celebrate your life - even the uncomfortable parts. Release. And then become the change.
Thanks for your Friendship