The circles of life and the seasons

It’s been quite a journey for all of us! We have gone through many cold mornings together and some local elections. Spring is here, my friends. Although I still see them “whapiyehwj” white ptarmigans feeding off my birch trees out front. I had to shoo them off many times as I was afraid that they would eat off all the buds! I like a tree with leaves… the house is sexier when nature adores it.

Goose break craze is upon us sash. I have seen my coastal friends gearing up for Alfred, Ontario, which may soon be the 12th community of Eeyou Istchee. I am told that Motel Rouleau has been booked solid since last year. Thank goodness for friends who let me crash in the middle of the bed.

I will bring a personal plucker because I won’t have CHB Chairman Bella to pluck and clean all my birds this time. I remember those Eastmain ladies at high rock back in the 1980s – man, they were fast pluckers! Fast and Furious Fingers.

As I sit here enjoying green tea in my office upstairs at the Cree Nation Government, many people will have heavy hearts during this spring hunt after losing a loved one. I have heard that some members in Eeyou Istchee will go through a hard time without their longtime cooking and hunting companions.

I will miss Elizabeth Iserhoff of Waskaganish. Back in the 1990s when you entered the community it was the first house that greeted you. The front yard would always be full of vehicles.

My parents often stopped by for a visit and I would join them. I have never seen so many daughters, sons-in-law, grandchildren and family members enjoy a meal together. All the laughter and joy under one roof was so wonderful to see. I will always remember that beautiful scene of togetherness.

To Freddy Iserhoff and family, keep your joy, keep the family luncheons and keep that spirit of love alive. Many people have seen the family bond, as have I. I will miss your wonderful mom, especially her singing at the local church. She will be greatly missed. God bless you Waskaganish.

As we will hear and see southern birds flock to our trees and greener pastures, we will be reminded that life comes and life goes. That is the circle of every living thing on this beautiful planet. I am moved when I think of the personal legacy that our dear eeyouch leave behind. It flows to the people they have touched and blossoms in the eyes of their children.

It is a powerful awakening when we realize what we want to leave behind. How will people remember you, what legacy would you want for your life?

That’s a biggy right there, and a good place to sign off.

I say a prayer for the entire Cree Nation. Agoodah see you in Alfred, Ontario!