I arrived down the main dock in Tofino with my late sister's best friend Jolene (Klaakishwiyaaaqsa) who was hosting ceremony. The ceremony started off with a blessing & a name change for Jolene (Klaakishwiyaaaqsa)  who had recently had gone through a dance of realms or what other's call a 'close call' or a death.  For us, we call this a Celebraton Of Life, (which I believe maamaalee refer to as a funeral). We call it a second chance at life and a reminder that our work here in this human realm is not done This is normally followed up with what we call a 'cleanse'. Klaakishwiyaaaqsa, Jolene and my late sister were best friends and her late sister & I were best friends. So though we both lost our sister's, in some strange way, every time I see her, it's kind of like seeing my sister.  

Mom and daughter embrace after blessing and what a blessing to have a second chance at life! 

Men were called up and acknowledged for rescuing her when she had her close call.  

Isn't that so beautiful, our people constantly put their lives at risk and in danger to save other's and not just our own village members but often other non Indigneous as well on the ocean. 

Even more beautiful that the men in our home village, they're not shy to share, emotions, to express feelings. To say, "I love you, you matter" or t0 get up and speak from one's heart with no fear which has been modelled for generations and generations. Thankfully. 

The next part of ceremony was what we call, ʕiictuuła. A blood ceremony, a celebration for when a young girl becomes a women. This one was different than other ʕiictuuła's because this is chief's (hawailth) daughter. Though I was granted permission to document this part of ceremony. I did not. It was dark & I did not want to add light & if I'm being honest, I was scared. It took me back to childhood as it's a very rare ceremony. I left the sacred to to sacred. 

But as I sat next to my uncle who is like a father to me, Ahousaht Tyee Hawilth Maquinna, I felt the power of this ceremony and thought of all our ancestors who also hid this ritual. Which made and makes me wonder, about the time and tradition & these unspoken rituals

what actually became hidden due to religion? Did we hide this pre Jesus? I think not. So again, it just makes me wonder, what were these ceremonies like before sins and religion felt so threatened by our connection to one another & nature? 

Regardless, it was powerful. 

ʕiictuuła (again, ceremony when a girl becomes a women pronounced iitstultha). It's a big thing. HUGE. Especially because we are matriarchal people. Women are sacred and highly respected and powerful because we are the only one's who can give life. She has and will have guardians for the rest of life, both men and women to guide her and protect her. 

(Pretty big jobs!)

A part of the ʕiictuuła is the washing of her feet and not just by anyone. By our highest. Our chief. Ahousaht Tyee Hawilth Maquinna

This is a reminder of how sacred women are. That a chief will strip himself of his 'regalia', his power, and lower himself to her in honour of her transition as she comes into HER power. In these moments you can feel silence and you can witness presence. Which also today feels very rare. But wow. What an honour to not only capture but share with permission. 

We are beautiFUL beings. Seriously, we're such givers, helpers and supporters. Despite having everything taken from us, we're still givers. Which just blows my mind, especially because I work in documenting all the systemic battles. I wonder, how can anyone be at war with such givers & beautiful spirits? How?! To feel fear of our giving and our natural nature of nurture. 

We have next to nothing and what we do have? We give. We share. We help. Often when someone is hosting ceremony and someone might only have $20 to their name. They'll gift the whole $20 to help and without a second thought. Could you imagine maamaalee, I only have $1,000 or $10,000 but here let me give it all to help someone in need. Again, mind blowing how giving we are. 

Here (below) we have what are called paid witnesses. It is their job to remember this FOREVER.  The ceremony. The traditional names. The events of the evening - day. 

So while ceremony is in full swing, there's a kitchen crew that's been working for days. UNPAID. This is their job. They sacrifice their time, energy AND the ceremony to feed the village. This image below is one of my best friend's since teen years, Mugz Keitlah, we probably never even knew we were so closely related as we were always very close friend's.

It may not look it here, but it is complete organized chaos, everyone just does what needs to be done. 

No schedules. No roles. Nothing burnt. Nothing forgotten. 

Again, it just amazes me. No one ever knows how many people will show up to potlatch. There are no dinner reservations. Yet there is always enough food. Again mostly gifted. Not every village has this like my home village, thanks to colonization, BUT every village once had this too! 

So ceremony continues. Parents hold their new daughter who is now a women. 

No more little girl. It's women to women.  

One day, when a man comes for his daughter, because she comes from royalty, that will be a whole other huge ceremony (and a whole other blog).  

We have a word for what this called, men blanketed at ceremony with $. I thought it sounded like maamaalee, but a different word was used, I can't remember it, but they are security and to keep the crowd quiet. Long ago, they used to pull people up to the front of the curtain for being disrespectful and families would have to stand & claim AND pay to correct such behaviour of their member who was disrespectful. Whew, thankfully I myself was not allowed to sit near certain beings back then or my family would have been paying away. 

Keithlah's (hosts last names). Hayupinuł late father used to make me call him uncle and he would always explain over and over how he was my uncle. Thankful these connections have passed down to Hayupinuł & I and that's one of my many brother's in the middle & yes I"m related to everyone, actually not just me, everyone is related or connected to everyone! 

We're village people. 

 

Matilda (below) comes from Keitlah's (hosts) and she led her family's welcome dance & did amazing! Some people think we've lost our culture. In my village, it's strong, strict, stubborn but sustainable, even if we have different family ways that sometimes can get in the way. Families have different ways of doing everything, not just culture and even then, two people can grow up in the same home - same family and have different experiences and memories of such teachings! That's pretty important to remember and to make space for everyone while still being teachable and not being a just a stubborn teacher. Our culture has evolved and will continue to whether we want it to or not. And reality is, we're all making mistakes, correcting them and learning along the way. 

When the hoopakwinim (treasure chest) has been handed down for generations, oh my gosh! The emotions. The connections. The grief. The pride. The remembering.  The ancestors and what they hid and fought to keep this.  This hoopakwinim (treasure chest) was a HUGE gift and moment.  Again imagine gifting your most prized possession.  I can only imagine for maamaalee, it'd be like gifting a house (which we gift houses too just that we do it while alive). The complete detachment and free release.All in the name of giving & to pass it on to where it belongs next.

This hoopakwinim will hold all her sacred treasures until one day she too will pass it on to her great- great grandchildren.  

During ceremony, people wait (sometimes all night) for their turn to present, for their turn to help, for their turn to gift. I remember when this gift was given to my uncle from the Sikh's.  This then from the Sikh's to my uncle was itself its own ceremony as well. We brown beings are ceremonial people. Everything is ceremony!  Imagine the Sikh's coming to make ceremony for something from 1870's?! (In somatic therapy there's a saying that I spam my family & friend's with almost daily, Time Does Not Heal, Experience Does)

IF only we could teach maamaalee & all their systems, gov, religion and rcmp such experiences. Believe me, we've been trying and it's exhausting. 

The history of this treasure that also travelled through time was shared between different cultures when our people saved and returned something that did not belong to us. Again, not to compare, but imagine maamaalee (back then or now) finding a whole floating treasure and returning it without being asked or told. The treasure was returned and a reward was offered. The chief (then) only wanted this sword. Again from 1870 ish! Imagine again, making something right, paying off a long overdue debt like this? I think I want to be friend's with these Sikh's. 

This sword, monumental value was gifted from Ahousaht Tyee Hawilth Maquinna, to ƛakišwaya Hawilth, John Keitlah. Things like this might not hold value in a white man world but then again, our definitions of wealth are completely opposite and our worth is not defined by any means by white man or by the delusion of any dollars. Our worth is village, connection, correction and ceremony. 

This WAS HUGE gift and moment. My uncle was very aware and did not want to take away from the ʕiictuuła (coming of age women ceremony). But, to me and I am pretty sure to everyone else, it did not take away. 

It added PURE joy.  

Joy that made you dance and everyone else clap.

A joy that added to their hoopakwinim box of treasures.

A joy that can only come from giving, from receiving, from sharing!  

So did this presentation take anything away? Nope, it gave, it added, it lifted! 

It is NOT easy to be chief (hawailth). Pre Jesus days, chiefs, hawailth were groomed from a very young age how to carry themselves and their entire village. It was a lot of training, teaching and discipline. So to be in such a space we are today, thanks to racist maamaalee patriarchal systems that left their trail of trauma through those concentration camps they called schools, plus through religion, plus through rcmp, plus a so called g0vern-ment that's been trying to kill the Indian and save the man for how many years? 

Without the ancestral training & enough modelling from solid safe men who respect & protect women, children & other boys, without enough solid and safe men teaching holding other men accountable, it's quite understandable to simply surrender to the pain of not only yourself but also your father's and your grandfather's that was passed on through 'time'. To simply to be a regular man in today's society is challenging enough, never mind a Hereditary Hawaitlh - Chief whose culture goes against the 'patriarchal norms'. Their whole system from day ONE is built on the suppression of women globally. Their system taught men to remain wounded and harm others, which many men (globally and locally) learnt very well, again thanks to g0v. Pay close attention to patterns. HiZ-STORY always repeats. 

So I will never bash any Hawailth Chief EVER, it's the white man system that removed us from our roles and responsibilities, that was and still IS their intention. So I stand, sit and fight for my people. I will always advocate for and with them. Often people (maamaalee and even our own people) will want to judge. I like to remind people to be soft on people and hard on systems and I am very hard on systems and anyone who consciously or unconsciously holds up such sick system (through fragility, silence & blind obedience). 

Anyways, I am proud of him, I myself have only ever known him to be a very quiet, respectful & humble being, who yes has his struggles like we all do, so for him to host ceremony , while hurting , WAS HEALING. For everyone. 

I have worked in healing all my adult life in one way shape or form and am obsessed with it so I am constantly reading, studying, listening and surrounding myself in healing energy, which requires leaning into pain. One of my fav therapists, and a man who constantly stands up for Indigenous people publicly , Gabor Mate, always shares this (paraphrasing) : 

The difference between maamaalee (white) trauma and Indigenous trauma is maamaalee (white folks) isolate, suppress & keep their pain a secret & they pretend to be ok when they're not. While Indigenous people not only share their pain with a village -community but they (we) make pain public & create ceremony with it. One hides, isolates and keeps their pain secret (maamaalee). Another shares their pain with others, no secret, no hiding pain & it's worn like a badge, without shame (that's us)

We may be deeply wounded, but at least we're wounded together. 

Those moments where wealth isn't fought over, it's given & shared.  Those spaces where differences are put down & sameness is picked up. Those times when helping others is choosen over personal pain. Those moments when personal pain is publicly displayed for collective healing. Those moments where fighting for each other over fighting with each other.

Powerful moments. 

Those evenings when the wolves meet us in the dark to protect & remind us of ancestral ways. Those rare moments when Ahousaht Tyee Hawilth Maquinna humbles himself through the birth of the newest women.  How beautiful that when we quu-us witness such humility (hawailth or not), when we witness the removal of all the regalia,  the removal of all the masks, titles, guards and protection, we see someone the same as us which raises our collective healing. 

Those historical moments where chiefly treasures travel through time and are gifted with ancestral reminders or roles & responsibility's and received with so much gratitude that for a moment, all the guards are down, there is no fear, no judgement and only an overwhelming feeling of LOVE in the whole room that tears of joy stream through the song.

That gesture, that gift, which was really that LOVE, it lifted everyone off their feet & again, no fear of being Indian, no fear of being not being Indian enough & no fear of judgement or what anyone was thinking, without that FEAR, all one can do with such big energy is DANCE & your dance is contagious, the tears were contagious and the LOVE was contagious!

Witnessing and feeling that energy, that LOVE, that gift, that gratitude, was ALL contagious. May we all remember what that feels like when we're seen, when we're accepted, when we're equal, when we give, when we're lifted & when our hearts are so full that it pours out of our eyes, just like iyatumakwa here. 
 

May we all remember that, when fear leaves and love enters ... that's ceremony. 

ʕaaḥuusʔatḥ  ❤️

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I crumbled in the very back of the room, my knees to my chest, both holding and hiding myself as I kept my eyes on my son. I obviously not only saw his pain, but I felt it and as much as I created our own ceremonies throughout his years, there was no ceremony I as his mother I could create to fix him or this. That needed to come from men. HE needed something I did not have. 

It was in that very moment that I realized there was a hole in healing, would I have ever even realized such had my son not spoke it out? From that day forward I began to advocate for men. Where are the safe spaces for them? Where are the spaces they go to unlearn what they inherited? Where do they go with other men to share their secrets and shame?  Where do boys go to become men outside the sick societal norms of using sex and women as objects to be used and bragged about in their secret boys clubs?  And even more so in today's typical maamaalee culture where one is never enough so now there’s the normalization of poly, AI, open, p-0-r-n, swingers, casuals sex, secret lovers, side swipes, secret messages and who knows whatever else is both normal and still hidden. 

Sacred Son’s are a group of men that invite other men to FEEL and HEAL in a group setting that is definitely different. For years I’d witnessed from the outside looking in, their work and the transformation of boys to men.  It looked like men honouring the wounded boy in them & me being a ‘therapist wanna be’, I was drawn to them and this raw reveal of un-masking of these boys who hid behind their many masks and what an honour it was to witness and watch this work at this special Sacred Son’s Remembrance Gathering of men, women and children. 

I arrived in fear to the Sacred Son’s Camp in S’klallam Territory and I felt like a new kid in a new school without any friend’s. As I arrived and sat from a distance in my parked truck secretly watching  this group in circle (the team staff), they definitely looked like they were ‘out there’ and they for sure felt weird even from a distance and it definitely felt very different.  I felt the disEASE & discomfort in every cell of my being, which meant I was growing and what I really was looking at, was definitely a bunch of weirdo’s just like me. 

I sat parked for about 10 minutes  thinking of a few excuses I could use to just not show up, until I acknowledged it was fear and regardless of it being scary, I LEGIT manifested this. I called it IN and thankfully Hannah made Adam answer the call that I energetically sent out to the universe soooooo Melody Justine Charlie who you think you wanna run from? Run from the universe that answered what you ordered? Get your ass out of this truck and go pick up what YOU ordered.  It’d  been years following Sacred Son’s  and just knew in my heart that we were aligned & destined to meet through our shared passion of healing.

It was a day of staff only and the day before the participants of Sacred Son’s would arrive. After brief intro’s we broke out in men’s & women’s groups & for us women the first ceremony was a tea ceremony with my new Hawaiian sisters who steeped right into the deep end immediately. We broke into groups of two and were invited to share what was heaviest in our hearts. HOLY @#$@#$@# I am used to being the one inviting others to the deep end and there I was in hot water fully steeping. Even though I instantly wanted to remain dry and out of the deep & boiled, if I were a tea bag in that moment, my tea bag instantly dissolved into grind up nettle leaves spread all over the edges, in other words, I opened, FULLY. . . to a stranger I just met & vice versa. 

Whether it  was day one or day four, there was no small talk anywhere on camp with anyone. Everyone had a story of abuse, sexual, suicide, physical & mental abuse.  So many men shared their stories of survival. Sadly for too many years, especially when I was younger, I really thought sexual abuse only happened to women, or only to us ‘Indians’ inherited from those concentration camps they called schools, but  I was wrong, this did and does not just happened to us. The stories I heard from men reminded me that we’re not the only ones.  No one was alone and everyone seemed to share the same story and or a very eerily similar chapters. 

The arrival on the second day of participants in welcoming ceremony where boundaries and invitations are sent out of self respect, stating and sharing this is not a ‘hook up’ camp, that we’re all here for our own personal work and to respect ourselves and one another and to honour the intimate work and this as sacred space. Whew, I most definitely was in the right space with the right peeps.  The welcoming ceremony was hands down one of THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ceremonies I’d ever witnessed and as an Indigneous women who grew up on a island with only Ahousat village members, I have witnessed and captured a lot of ceremonies, thankfully my whole life has been surrounded by ceremony after ceremony. 

So to witness this welcome ceremony that blew my heart and mind wide open, felt in many ways like a time travel. A time travel back to ancestral ways, a travel back to pre cyber, a travel back to where people gave the gift of FULL presence, it felt on so many levels ancestral, ancient, sacred and deeply respectful. People were there.  FULLY.  No cell phones, no one giving half attention or multi tasking - humans were there…FULLY. PRESENT.  The ceremony started with my new friend and fellow Indigneous, Cheokten who opened up so beautifully with Indigenous language and flute that grounded us all, followed by Hawaiian brother and sister who also welcomed us with song and beautiful Hawaiian language. It felt like a calling in of ancestors on many levels. 

There was this circle, one HUGE circle with all of us, then the children stood in the middle, the women outside the children and the men on the outside of the women circle. This part of ceremony went straight into IT, the men were asked to turn their backs to the women and children as a reminder of the pain that they’ve inflected onto women and children and I swear in that moment, tears fell and from everyone. 

I tear up just writing this. It was raw as everyone reflected on their own pain from men that were to protect but instead harmed (even to men to men & father’s to son’s) , no matter how old or how fresh, it surfaced instantly in this circle here and now.  This space is definitely where men enter to face themselves with each other and is a space where even if you never shared your whole truth, you both felt and heard your story in other’s brave enough to share theirs. 

I remember thinking I was going to die, not only from the ceremony and my heart bursting out my chest from feeling so much humility and love  but because my phone died in this exact moment and I had nothing to record these feelings that I so selfishly wanted to keep forever for my own healing (like really melody, your new videographer friend was the pro there recording on all his Hollywood gear , just focus on photos instead of your amateur iphone videos ). But, I lived. Mostly because I borrowed my Hawaiian sister’s phone and video’d there, so whew, again I lived. FOMO Fear Of Missing Out is very real for videographers - photographer’s, we start shaking if we miss it lol. 

Anyway this was the welcome ceremony, it was strong, it was deep and it was raw. I circled the circles capturing the tears as my own fell. I looked deep into these strangers watering eyes and felt seen, I felt seen by people who never knew me, I wanted to hold my heart as I felt it exploding and expanding but I had three camera’s and only two hands. The elders were called in, they all lined up, wisdom  from all over the planet. They were handed a staff, it reminded me of Gandalf’s staff, like it had magical powers. They each held it with a hand as they were reminded of the wisdom they bring and their invitation to share that knowledge and pass it on. 

Ok at this point, I am so impressed as the guy leading this part of the ceremony is maamaalee, wow was he adopted and raised in village I wondered?!  How’d he learn this as a maamaalee? Melody, just take photos and stop asking so many questions in your head. This beautiful moment of passing of knowledge, the magical powers of this staff were physically handed from one generation to the next generation and it felt ritual, it felt like deep responsibly that went beyond the gathering, it felt like A Responsibility For Life. It felt like when we do serious business in our potlatch ceremonies where we pay witnesses, that’s their sacred responsibility to remember what they saw & what they heard & to remember it FOREVER. Sighs, that was the feeling. 

Words can’t do it any justice, it was powerful, it was sacred, it was tradition and all I kept thinking was, “Wow, these are truly my people”, like really Melody, claiming ownership of complete strangers, giggles, in all fairness a few of them are definitely keepers! 

Ok after all that opening & ceremony, groups broke out into their own smaller circles where they remained for the next four days of  camp. They broke out in their separate spaces and immediately began the work with sharing WHAT THEIR MAIN FEAR WAS.  Talk about leaning into DIS-ease and DIScomfort with vulnerability and humility.  The instant deep dives and connections without any false facades & rebuilding of foundations from the bottom up, ahhh yeah, this is my kind of construction crew. 

The first nights in S’klallam territory, I slept right by the water. I had read up on this particular bay we were in where the S’klallam used to shove their dead out of this bay as part of ritual and ceremony pre contact. I definitely felt death and that wasn’t just from S’klallam ancestors, 

 I felt death on other levels, not only within wounded parts of myself that were dying, but also all the parts that others also came here to also send off the wounded parts of them and the parts that died or were dying and or now dead, placing death in their own canoe sliding it out to the open ocean too.

You ever hear of somatic? Where people leave the mind and enter the body? Where people feel and move old outdated energy in their body? Where emotion and ALL emotions are encouraged? Even anger? Ok maybe it’s not the perfect descriptions of somatic but where energy is encouraged to MOVE as that is what e-motion is, it is energy -in -motion, it is energy MEANT to MOVE. But we all hold some of that energy  hostage while we pack around the past pulling our own heavy canoes filled with what’s already gone.  So anyway, back to death and dying, I would hear these screams in the middle of the night, what felt like from the middle of the ocean, I would hear these screeches and think, “Wow these people really take this diving into the dark depths literally, they out here screaming into the open ocean all hours of the night.”  Then I reminded myself to stop being so judgemental in my own head. Melody this is why people are here, to feel, to heal, to stop fighting, or to start fighting and to move energy so just shhh through the screams Melody & get back to sleep. BUT the little girl in me wondered, ‘What if those screams are not human?!” AND it was full moon and eclipse and I'm right in middle where Twilight was filmed! 

The next day I am made my rounds between the various different groups and this one group was working up on this cliff and again I hear these horrible screeching sounds. I turn to the ocean to look for this painful eerie sound that in fact were NOT human, they were seals! And the most freaky sounding seals EVER! AND I live with seals as my neighbours that thankfully sound like regular barking seals lol. Plus,  I have heard very creepy non human recordings of Sasquatch from our territories and it legit is the creepiest thing I have ever heard! These seals sounded like scary possessed humans running from part human Sasquatch and I’m  not even exaggerating. Though I was mostly relieved that humans were NOT screaming in the middle of the night in the middle of the ocean lol. Whew I slept better knowing that. 

Sleep was minimal though, these guys were up at 6 am doing movement work and going hard right until 11 pm. Between the panels of men / women, between the talks on masculine and feminine, which all talks, panels, circles, discussions were both heart opening and mind blowing! Wow convos that really went into everything I'm fascinated with on a psychological level, from a traumatic level, from a guarded false masculine level and from a wounded feminine level. Damn, they all spoke a therapeutic language that I spam everyone with daily. What an amazing feeling to sit around a fire with peeps who speak your language! 

Then add the late evening cocao ceremony, every night sleep felt like an option, and this camp, I swear if they could have gone without sleep and just kept ceremony - workshop’ing all night, they would have. I would have. On one of the nights though I was crashing after going non stop between ceremonies, events, and harvesting back home, I was crashing and had not planned on going to the cocoa ceremony that I was persuaded into. I sat in this ceremony of red lights, dark cocao and a room full of other weird beings who not only believed in plants and food as medicine but who also spoke and sang to such. 

The room was red, my new friend had just returned from months spent with Indigenous elders in Peru, led the ceremony and spoke so beautifully and poetically in Spanish.  Though I did not understand a single word of his, it all spoke to me. So there we were singing into expansion, unified and in that very moment, all I could think was, “If my people saw me right now, they definitely would ALL be shaking their heads” LOL but this is so me, underneath my own masks of social justice and fighting for equality for my peeps while pretending I don’t’ need anyone, this is me, yes I’m weird, I’m soft, I’’m very spiritual, I’m open, I’m safe and I need humans, but not just any humans, weird humans just like these ones. Ok I don’t know if my people actually know that I”m this weird, but if not, they do now reading this :P 

I witnessed and captured so much healing, it was healing to witness healing, which is probably why I’ve worked in it all my life. This maamaalee man in his 70’s shared in circle with tears, “I never even knew this (healing) was possible”. Imagine, going your whole life not knowing this kind of connection, this kind of personal work and transformation was possible. It reminded me when I worked in a family treatment centre in the early 2000’s, we would start our 6 week sessions with families who shared their goals in group and this one man, about the same age, shared something very similar. That he had harmed people his whole life and no longer wanted to hurt himself or others. 70+ years old and put himself into treatment, to WANT to change. To NEED to repair. Wow. There is never a wrong time to make something right and when people repair and mend themselves, mending with others just becomes part of THE healing. Yet, imagine never EVEN imagining something different, something better, something deeper and all of it being healing. Imagine going one’s whole life and not knowing this healing and growth existed or was even an option? Wow and I say wow not from shame (ever), but wow from a place of admiration and respect. Plus it’s so unfair to think everyone had the village life I’ve had, it’s unfair to think everyone had the very sacred ceremonies I”ve had or that everyone has witnessed men stand up and host ceremony to correct his wrongs and make it right or to honour his grief in front on many villages. Not everyone had that Melody.  

That 70+ year old man made me wish my own late father’s had such opportunities in both this sacred circle and own our village ceremonies , which maybe they are in their own realms as I dreamt of both my late father and my son’s late father while there. The one dream with my late husband involved healing and the other dream with my late father was pure laughter . Considering Sept 7th was  the day my son’s father’s spirit was called home and he showed up in dream that very night Sept 7th while here, to me, that was no coincidence. Healing happens through all the realms, as I myself do not believe in death, energy doesn’t die, it can only transform. 

Again having worked in healing all my adult life, I have never witnessed such a program that included so many levels of healing. There was trauma healing, there was somatic, there was physical, there was breathe work, there was dance, there was boxing, there was a safe space to scream, there was safe space for silence, there was a safe space for all the movements of energy. It was intense, it was full, it was expansive, it was transformational and it was exhausting but it the kind of exhausting that gave you peace from giving your all.

So even though it was not my intention to go work with Sacred Son’s over there, my intention was to get them here to work with our Indigneous men on the island, regardless I am beyond thankful and inspired. Which by the way did you know that the word inspired steams from in - spirit so when one is inspired, they’re actually IN SPIRIT? Just in case you thought you weren’t spiritual hehehe.

At the closing ceremony, I had a moment where I was recording, we were all dancing, it felt like a surreal movie in real time  and I realized in that very moment as tears streamed down my face in gratitude and with love,  that I manifested this. I not only saw myself connected with this work and these very healthy inspiring healing men from Sacred Son’s but I also knew in my heart that I needed diversity and here I was dancing with diversity with beautiful beings from all over the world! I'm a huge believer in manifesting, we receive what we believe but only what we believe we're worthy of. 

I imagine this is why people do drugs, to feel this kind of love.

I'm what's called Indian, Native, Indigenous, but Ahousat (my village) is really older than all those 'terms' & these countries

and all their boxes they try fit us into.

Ahousat are lovers, we a very rare nation on a tiny little island with only our village people .

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We are deep lovers as most Indigneous people are. We're givers. We're believers. We're helpers. We're menders. We're big feelers and fighters. We may look messy from the outside but once you met us on the inside, We're LOVE and very hard to NOT love. So to FEEL this kind of love is RARE for most and for some of us, it's just norm. We don't need to do drugs as LOVE is THE drug and ceremony is the HIGH. 

Still, I witnessed people take their low's and turn it into tunes. It reminded of our own songs in ceremony that were also sung & born through transformations. I witnessed people crack WIDE OPEN and I honestly hadn’t realized how much I missed this work (that I only thought I was so done with), but their cracks helped me mend my own wounds. So thank you son’s for your sacredness, thank you for choosing me to capture your wounded little boys that became more men. Thank you for reminding me the most beautiful things grow from the bottom. Thank you for showing me what REAL MEN feel like from their top. Thank you for your morals & values that will inevitably continue to  guide your dreams to reality of both returning men to boys for healing and boys to men as reclamation. 

In somatic therapy there’s a saying,

“Time does NOT heal,

EXPERIENCE DOES”

Thank you for this experience with beautiful beams that fearfully danced with their wounded shadows. Thank you for choosing me to capture the lights in between all the dark & thank you for reminding me of whom I am.  Xo. 

To any men needing a space of healing, I cannot recommend Sacred Son’s enough and I’ve worked in healing all my adult life. It’s led by men for men and will strip you of everything that was never you & bring you back to the braid that ties you with brothers from other mother’s who hold you accountable to your better and best self. No need to numb the pain you've yet to speak of but yet project onto others. No need to self sabotage into suicidal thoughts when you get caught in a corner. Underneath all anger is unprocessed grief. Underneath all secrets is shame and shame cannot survive once spoken and met with compassion. So though this might seem too 'soft' for men, what's the hard alternative? Suicide? Numbness? Addiction? Violence? Work? Isolation? Have any of those avoidances worked? What you resist WILL persist. 

Have you ever seen your father cry? I saw my father cry once and that's a whole other blog, but long story short,

he drank himself to death and I could say he took his secrets and shame with him,

but then again his secrets and shame took him.

His untold story took. him.

The leading cause of death in men is heart disease.

You can die from a broken heart. 

& we've all been broken & a bloody mess before.

But if you betray yourself then how is that different than other's who've betrayed you? 

Tend to your heart. Follow your heart and your hurt.

It's how healing happens through feeling.

 Suppressing to impress, to impress who? Other men?

Suppression is what creates sickness. 

E-motion is energy in motion. It's meant to move. 

Not be held hostage. 

So again think this is too soft? 

As one my grandmother's used to say,  

"There is no easy way. 

There is a hard way 

And a harder way"

To me, it's easy to do what everyone else is doing 

It's easy to do what is familiar (fam- lie) & known. 

Harder is doing what you do NOT want to do.

Harder is doing what you're NOT good at.  

Hardest is leaning into what's unfamiliar. 

Because when you do what you've always done, you get what you've always had. 

For all the men in my life and in life who choose harder just to 

ƛ̓uuʔiiʔaała yaqʔiitqak. -  remember who you are.

Without the shame, secrets or suppression. 

xo 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ChPJ4fW9ohs
 

14

2005 I had packed up and left the father of my oldest child. I mean I left him a 100 x before,

which usually involved me just going to my parents in Ahousat for the weekend

but this time was different. 

 I had this amazing job with (cough, cough) Government of Canada 

where I was traveling to different nations throughout the island

to gather info on how services can be improved

(really Melody? What even ever happened to all that info gathered?)

Anyways, left the baby daddy and got my own place.  I was feeling confident & ready for new!

Of course, until he showed up, which he always had. It didn't matter where I went

or how many times I ran or changed my number, he always came looking.

So then I thought instead of running, hiding, changing my number I'd face what always came,  him.

We'd separated maybe a month, ok it really did feel like an eternity then

but as usual, he showed up at our front door.

Apparently looking for his salt shaker that I took when I packed up the entire house.

Well shit, salt shaker my ass,

he stood there at the door with his

pathetic,

lost, 

lonely,

sorry,

sad,

poor me,

please take me back

I"ll do anything look. 

It was my birthday weekend in November in Nanaimo in our new home

(which was really nice but in the hello ghetto - me scared)

it was that type of cold that begged for cozy so cozy came in for his salt shaker

and along came this very unplanned little being.

The little being that journeyed from my birth to his.

With all the birth control odds against him he came along when

I was clearly touching the finish line with his older brother who was 14.5 years old then.

I felt freedom, for real seeing that finish line! Ok, like there even is a finish line but still! 

The race started all over, from the very beginning. In all honesty, I wasn't ready to race again,

but his father though was on cloud nine, runner's on & ready to marathon!

He had begged me for years to have another & couldn't care less about how I felt about this unplanned gift.

After all, according to him to him, he was just 'using' me to have his baby.

I could go back to work, travel and come and go as I pleased he swore, he was going to stay home and raise this one this time. 

Though Evan never got to know his father & is at an age where he almost seems to resent him

(I"m blame hormones/puberty/cooped up)

so though people might mean well by thinking they are complimenting him about his father,

he's at a place in his life where he simply does not want to be like his father period.

It can be a lot of pressure to feel like you have to live up to a father you never knew,

like people somehow expect you to be just like your dad.

An all-star super athlete, which happens to be neither of our sons.  

So instead of assuming everyone had a relationship or a cozy loving relationship with their father,

I try my best to not put that pressure on these men who are working through some very uncozy, valid feelings.

Even if my heart wants to still share how much I see him in them, 

so maybe I secretly share with you here instead. 

Evan had one birthday with his son and he went all out.

He stayed true to his word and did everything for this wish upon on a star that came true (this baby).

He baked up a storm & was so proud to have all the family over.

He went shopping and picked up some super tacky clothes for his son's first birthday.

When Evan was born he was born with acid reflux and cried all the time.

Often dad would wake up for those regular 3 am bathes with baby that seemed to calm.

But never in a million years would I ever have imagined the storms that would come after those moments of calm. 

And after that first and last celebration.  

Birthdays were never quite the same after that, no matter how many times we tried to celebrate,

no matter how many gifts there were, it always still felt empty.

As time went on and as we grew,

celebrating without presents became the new norm.

We created new ways of celebrating and invited

(more like demanded Melody be honest)

we invited others to join in our newness

which was, gifts can be given so long as they were gifts of experience. 

cause we like our bareness. 

Free spirit

So our new gift,

our new gifting was going to the Cultus Lake Waterslides.

No gifts, just presence.

Like really Melody? Instead of a $20 gift, let's just invite families to the mainland for a $700 weekend!  

OK, but really in my defence, we all normally went to the slides / PNE before such invites

and plus there are many gifts of experience such as surfing,

skiing, lessons, carving, harvesting,

time, teaching and the list goes on and on

but it had to be an experience! 

(I suppose there are worse things than receiving gifts that one won't use or need but hello earth)

Anyways! Who was always up for adventures and experiences though?!

Auntie Joyce and her family! Every year right now we would up and go last minute,

on our annual camping adventures! 

We never planned but we always knew it was around Evan's birthday

We somehow without a plan 

coordinated work schedules

to magically make it all happen and happen every year it did!

Until this year of course,

it's once again been those familiar empty feelings,

oh hello, grief, our old friend.

We never even missed you. 

Evan misses his late auntie,

they way she called him,

like a song she sang, 🎶 Baby Evan 🎵

He'd been so scared to go to sleep

because every time he closed his eyes,

he would hear her.

Teary-eyed, I would tell him,

Awwww, close your eyes so you can see and hear her,

that's where she lives now... inside of you.

Don't be scared to let her sing you to sleep. 

Cause when you see and hear here there,

you won't want to wake up here.

xo 

He'd been super sensitive this year about his birthday, not wanting to camp,

not wanting to talk about his plans or wishes.

I knew this was grief. Grieving for what once was and if I'm being honest,

he was grieving for something he's never had, a normal life,

a normal birthday & wanting to be like everyone else.

Well, talk about a super shitty time for this weirdo mother to try to offer anything normal now. 

There has been nothing normal about his life. He was born in a flame, a fire burnt within him (acid reflux)

& after the loss of his father which was right after his birth,  it only added fuel to our flames,

we naturally felt drawn to the ocean to tame the fires that now burnt in both of us.

Yet somehow the spark that he was born with has kept me warm for years.

When he was younger and I would be working half the night in my office and

come in to find him in my bed (when he was to be in his own), he would be half asleep hearing me enter, 

mumbling while moving over from one end to another of my bed, 

"I warmed up your side for you mom" 

Sighs, how's anyone to kick that warmth out? 

When warmth wraps you in so many little gifts.  

Those little gifts that money couldn't ever buy. 

Those little gifts that have always started with, 

"Close your eyes mom"  

Since he was two. 

Whether they be tiny or big feathers,

spruce tips,

flowers 

or special rocks 

I appreciate all those closed eyes surprises to this very day.  

In his own way, he has looked after his momma. 

From the toddler days of kissing my tears away. 

To the teen days of today & trying not to look after me anymore. 

For years and years, he had so much compassion 

Then one day, when he was still small he'd had enough of grief.

Mom, enough crying now, be a big girl he demanded. 

Giggles, though most days & nights he tries not to be a care taker of the big girl. 

(because hello teenager's tearing apart who've they've been and wondered who they even are, which is def not their parents)

Because one day you're just a kid who loves needing a parent a lot!

Then next thing you know 

Another day at some point in your childhood,

you and your friends went outside to play together for the last time and nobody ever even knew!

Then what? Who ever even knew who? 

But in many ways Evan knew, he felt it & I saw it.

I witnessed them slowly disappear from one another.   

  One day, one year, you're all the same and all that matters is having fun & being a kid. 

Then another day, another year everything and everyone has changed. 

There are new ways to have fun that seem to bury old pains. 

But burying old pains digs up new bonds. 

and it was extremely painful to see them slowly break the bonds they'd built all their little lives.

Each headed down their own path. 

No longer walking, running, or playing the same games.

 Evan held onto Max like a brother from another mother.

They definitely walked the same path & played the same games together, he was the longest friend. 

They'd laugh and laugh,

the kind of laugh that had zero sound,

the kind of laugh that only belonged to that one friend.

That kind of laugh that was high on life. 

But for every high, there's a low. 

and as his mother, I've witnessed my son dive in the deep lows.

While everyone else be getting high.

he works through the lonely lows as a teenager

wondering and waiting if there are any youth left who still like to get high on life. 

 But regardless of what self-medicating choices

other's make for themselves

(cause reality is we're all self - medicating with something) 

I always remind him, 

 we don't know people's stories & it isn't our place to judge.

We don't know what people are trying to numb out & escape from.

But he does know the trauma that's been handed down for generations (thanks Canada) 
 

He does know that sexual abuse is in all communities and most families (Residential school still teaching today)

He does know the importance of breaking these cycles & the terrifying stats that are stacked against him.

But he also knows where it comes from too

He knows the dark sides of this country & what it tries to hide, bury, and continue to take from us.

He does know that if he ever harms a woman that she will remember it the rest of her life & that secrets are never safe. 

He's been taught that no one is safe, especially family & friends as most victims know their abusers very well. 

He does know how much is riding on him to not only protect women

but to honor them and to honor them,

he must honor himself. 

He's also been educated about healthy sexuality because

it's my belief that if more parents had these uncomfortable discussions about sex, the good, bad and ugly 

that maybe there might be less of the bad and ugly? 

Sex is not dirty. Sex is sacred. After all, it's why we're all here. 

So he's been taught to honor the feminine in him & all around him

because most men who be running *ruining* this planet

& running around the world (womanizing, chasing women after women)

are really men running from themselves & using women to fill an empty gap within themSELF.

Those men are imbalanced because they have forgotten that they have come from a woman. 

It's forgotten this planet is the mother, the ultimate life-giver that needs us all to take care of her. 

But most men, whether in power or lacking power, 

are denying that they're wounded and imbalanced because that is what society sells 

& tells them to be. 

To be strong.

So he's been taught to stay soft. 

He's been taught that soft is the new strong. 

He's been taught to treat every woman like his mother, sister, aunt, grandmother. 

Even though he's been taught all that,

when I look at him 

it reminds me too to stay true to who I am too

 because we all know, 

it doesn't matter what we say,

it matters what we do & how we do it

So being his only parent

I best continue living what I be preaching. 

Because truth is, when I'm not practicing what I preach, he calls me out

and just loves to shove me into my shadow (work) because that's the kind of relationship we have. 

Even if we're sometimes more like siblings ratting each other out.  

But he is in relationships. Very serious ones. 

With food. 

Since he could walk it's been his responsibility to put the fish into jars. 

To get his tiny hands full of blood, scales, and guts. 

To be gentle & patient with the fish because food carries energy.

And as he got older and held more energy than his momma, he who apparently did not like doing fish anymore

took it on as his responsibility to drag his momma out of bed

for the 4 am smokehouse checks when she had run out of smoke n steam.

MOM!! Upsqweeee, the alarm! The fish! Get up! Let's go!!

(So bossy! I'd never boss my mom like that. I"d be softer, giggles)

He's in relationship with nature, though it's one he's in complete denial over. 

Always pouting, complaining & mumbling how he's tired of being forced into all these relationships! 

Ahem, only for him to be thankful in the end. 

 He's in a relationship with language. Again even if he says he's been forced into it his whole life (he's so dramatic)

Even though he chooses to learn it a lot on his own, especially when I'm not around. 

I'd like to think that it has nothing to do with all the chumus in those classes. 

But then again, he's an old soul 

Drawn to other old souls. 

Drawn to the safe elders who've accepted and embraced him into their lives. (Nana, Rosie, Marge, Jack, Suckeeya)

I mean, let's face it

What other 14 year old sets his alarm on his birthday to wake up extra early to run over and visit elders? 

What other 14 year old has a wish of not ever doing alcohol or drugs

just like their great grandfather? 

Just like their dad's friend, What's his name again mom?

Paul Frank Jr. 

Yah, just like them. 

What other 14 year old isn't on social media

Isn't on a cell phone for the summer (both by choice and not)

Gives up their limited weekend Nintendo game time for the summer & 

Insists their mother gives up their game time too (social media).

(Yah that's not fair, he only gets game time on weekends for a limited time and hello I need social media for my business) 

Sounds like an unfair sibling excuse? 

Still this kid 

Rather this young man. 

Is truly something else. 

He's got his head in the clouds. 

He's always soaring way up & lifting me along the way. 

Holding me accountable to it all

especially to the $40 he swears I stole from him when he was 9

& to all the times I promised we'd go visiting,

only to end up getting all carried away

writing like I am now till wee hours in the morn.

But he's human like us all & wanted you all to know

that he isn't just all smoked fish and sunshine. 

He has deep dark shadows too.

He said, "Mom you can't just share all the good.

 I don't want people to think I am something I am not."  

Ok, Evan, I will tell them you are a little shit, or rather a big shit

who sometimes talks back and is lazy at home but helpful everywhere else. 

Ok, that sounds good mom.

Gotta keep it real. 

14 years of reality with him.

xo 

To all the little boys inside hurt men, so many of you protecting & projecting your wounds. 

Packing them around like shields of armour & prizes you won.

Prepared to battle a in war that was meant to take it all from you before you ever won anything. 

A war that started with the government's intention to kill the Indian and save the man. 

Your grandfather’s being the Indian, your father being the ‘man’ & you being the lost boy. 

Never in a million years would I have ever thought my boys would suffer the killing of 'the Indian', 

but my children’s father was no different than most lost Indian boy's in men’s bodies. 

Inter generation trauma very much passed through all the father’s in my life. 

So to the hurting men that are visibly missing from vital roles in our communities,

I see you & I refuse to be tricked by your suppressed pain & displaced anger, 

a gift that the government left as your inheritance. But why cash it in? 

Why accept what the government and society expects you to be? 

Remove your armour and overshared prizes of pain that both your father 

and grandfathers wished they could have shielded you from. 

Take a breather from wearing your wounds & becoming exactly what wounded you & them. 

Because had your father shielded you, maybe you wouldn’t be as guarded today. 

For how can you be at war with them when they were were at war with themselves? 

How do you accept an apology you never received? How can you become something you've never had? 

Will you stay submerged & suffocate in your pain? Will you allow it to drown you like it him? 

Or will you surface up for air & take what's not only yours but what was also theirs too. 

Because not every father wants their son to be just like them & you're under no obligation

to take part in the same coping mechanisms as they did.

So exchange the gift, trade it in, take what was meant to be yours.

But you can’t just want something else,

you have to be the something your father never got to be.

So the boy in him can be the man in you. 

For all the father’s ending the wars within themselves.

For the son's still at war with their fathers,

 for the father's and son's who've ended the wars.

&

For the mother's who never took sides.  

But mostly for the little boy's in my father's

and maybe the unborn father’s in my boys. 

Xo 

All our men deserve to feel safe enough to step into healing. 

I think you may have started noticing some kind of pattern in these blogs. 

I feel like I have nothing new to say other than my same old same old. 

Just me still here, still craving the old ways

& resisting these new ways. 

So of course I love hobiyee & how they celebrate the old ways! I wrote about last years too that you can read here. 

Hobiyee {Ho-be-yeh} is a celebration of the waxing crescent moon, during the latter part of winter, each year. The Nisga’a People of North Western British Columbia, watch for the positioning of the moon and the stars as a prediction of the coming harvest. Hobiyee is celebrated wherever Nisga’a people live. Like many other communities, they celebrate the New Year with family, friends and community. 

I've been back working in wellness part time in my communities on the coast and this work can get heavy. 

I'd been feeling far off balance lately and wondering what it must be like to 

have different jobs

like at the fish plants 

or bird researchers

or someone who paints houses  

or works at McDonalds. 

But then I remember,

"Oh yah, I had all those jobs and got fired from most of them" LOL

So, I'm in health and wellness where no one has fired me yet. 

Anyways I've been needing something to tame this fire in me,

so as always culture to the rescue.   

Last week I was certain I was going to throw in the towel with this work, 

It was simply too heavy & I had no more lift. 

Then I had dinner with these amazing young humans from Tla-o-qui-aht 

and what'da know?

They threw the towel right back at me and reminded me to keep fighting. 

To stay in the ring. 

To sweat it out. 

To tear it out. 

They totally lifted my spirits and made me want to stay. 

I admired how strong their spirits were and soaked in all their energy. 

I admired their teachers and the traditional teachings they were being taught and thought

YAASSSSS, every youth deserves to have this! 

Every youth deserves to know

who they are

where they come from 

& 

where they belong. 

 So they kind of stole me & I drove like a mad women to make their performance at hobiyee. 

I woke up extra early & gave myself extra time for the construction 

which held me longer than ever! I had to speed to make the ferry with no time to stop for some much need fuel! 

So I arrived on fumes at Hobiyee right at 1pm thinking it was a miracle I made it on time! 

Only to arrive to them singing their last song as they went on earlier than expected :( 

But oh well! I wasn't going to ruffle my feathers!  

Last year when I went I thought,

I'm go see all the northern nations perform cause I get to see home perform all the time. 

but this year I've been missing my home. 

Missing my family. 

Missing my culture. 

So I traveled all the way to the city just to watch my home. 

do what they do. 

I've seriously been stressed to the max so getting to the circle was imperative for my own well being.  

it was instant healing. I could feel my heart beating back to normal rhythms. 

It was like a switch that had been turned off in me for a long time

& suddenly the lights were back on!

Oh yah, this is who I am. This is where I belong. This and these are my people. 

It doesn't matter how many times I've heard the songs or seen the dances, 

that's an old that always keeps me feeling new. 

There were songs and dances that I hadn't heard or seen since way back when my hair was still black. 

I watched these youth sing songs that their grandparents once sang. 

I watched them dance the same dances that their grandparents once danced.

Actually when I watched them, I did see their grandparents in them.

Robear Thomas & Fred Thomas how they used to really dance when they sang. 

Flossie Atleo, how she was always in a rhythm with the beat of the drums, her and Trudy seemed to have a secret synchronicity!

So I am happy I paddled all the way to the city just to visit my home. 

You know when you're away from home,

like far away & you see people from home (ish) & it makes you feel somehow closer to home and or more connected? 

Ok that was me with Tseshaht! It isn't home but they felt like home & I straight up cozied into their circle. 

They have this song that I'm hoping to share (if ok?)

It's one that always shifts my energy and though I am not Tseshaht, it always makes me want to dance!  

I feel like I've watched them the last few years & it feels like they've really grown!  

They seem to be singing louder and stronger.

They seem to be strengthening their circle and preparing their next generations to raise the roofs! 

Either way it was so beautiful to see, hear and feel them raise their roots & the roof! 

I never knew this little one but I so wanted to squish and steal this little munchkin!

He wanted to come and be my assistant :) 

So I'm grateful as always for being able to squish into circles. 

To dance under moons & see all these stars!  

And so even though the thought crossed my mind to just stay home & rest.

I am sooooo glad my son pushed me out the door. 

Mom, let's go we'll catch the early ferry, you can still make it to watch TFN.

So even though I missed them

I still got to see all these!   

I still got to hear about our women, our girls and Mother Earth 

and how they must be taken care of.    

I still got to see my friends even if just through the lens!  

So thank you Nisga'a for reminding us that our lives have always revolved around

the moon. 

The elders.

The language. 

The ceremonies. 

The children.  

You remind us to all look up 

to Watch the moon

& 

know we are all stars. 

 Stars Just Waiting for the eulachons.

 & Watching for the salmon. 

because those will always be where we home. 

A few years ago I somehow magically found this First Nations blog that spoke to my soul. 

I didn't know her, but I sure felt like I did after reading her words.

All I remember reading was her

connection to her home lands

To her grandmother & Their smoke house.

I thought who is this person that I feel like I knew but have never met?

I had to find her.

I needed to be friends with this being whose words I felt so drawn to. 

Who knew that one day I would visit her home lands

and those sacred spaces that she wrote of. 

It was last summer and it was

an insanely filled one.

I had taken on way too much but was unable to

refuse any of the invitations that kept coming. 

I'd heard from my friend,

She had been telling me about their camp now for a few years. 

Every year, I would say,

'Next year, I"ll come next year for sure.' 

Something in me last summer felt that fear of missing out (FOMO). 

What if there isn't a next year? 

What if next year comes and I can't go?

What if? There were lot's of would if's, 

but mostly the what if's that we all pretend won't happen?  

Like would if we die :O 

So, I finally accepted the invitation and made it to her ancestral home lands. 

I jumped on a plane, with no idea where I was going. 

with my bare necessities,

camera's,

book

& buuches (underwear). 

All I knew was, 

language, 

elders 

harvests, 

Sign me up! 

Take me there!

Where ever there was!

She had picked me up in her fully packed SUV. 

She was on her way home to marry the love of her life, who've I yet to met but of course sounds just as amazing as her! 

Again, had no idea where we were going. 

All I knew was it was a camp & I was ready to rough it. 

Thinking I was going to be sleeping in a tent, 

peeing in the bush

and fasting

as I had zero time to grab food with my mad dash of 

last ferries,

first flights

& few hours of rest. 

I'd definitely been choosing sleep over food 

so bring on the wild dreams I thought. 

There were beautiful little cabins

& 

the prettiest outhouse that'd I'd ever pee'd in!

All I could think about were the outhouses from my childhood 

and how these ones were 

five star outhouses 

compared to ours (giggles).

We'd arrived to this sacred place I had read about all those years ago 

& it was even more magical than I could have ever imagined. 

Oh my heart. 

it felt like a time warp. 

like I went back to 12 years old.

camping with my grandparents 

hearing the language 

seeing the laughter

hearing the stories 

feeling the teachings. 

Though I was stranger on their homelands. 

I & they felt like family. 

they welcomed me with such warmth. 

They shared their home.

Their food.

Their stories.  

I'd shared this tiny cabin that had two small rooms with this elderly couple. 

Every night I"d hear them through the wall, giggling 

Every morning I'd hear them 

whispering stories in their language. 

I lay there smiling thinking, 

I could just stay here forever. 

No crazy lists ran through my head. 

No places I was running late to. 

No emails, no cell reception, 

oh how dreamy!!

I'd just gotten my new Sony A7III and was clueless on how to use it as I"ve always been a canon girl. 

Canon and Sony are completely different so I was mostly silently swearing at it. 

(when I wasn't giving lessons to this photographer in the making)

With Sony I've had to convert my files to even share them and anyone who knows me

knows I am no tech person! Never mind colour calibration nightmare stuff. 

So though this blog was from last summer,

those be my lame excuses for just getting to this now. 

Plus, it feels kind of fitting to share it just now. 

Back to that fear of missing out 

Back to those what if fears. 

My friends mother had contacted me to let me know the couple I shared sleeping space with 

he'd lost his wife recently and they wondered if I had any photos to share with the family. 

though I had only met them that one time and spent a few days with them.

I looked through all the images with a big lump in my throat and watery eyes. 

And as much as I want to share more of her here,

I'm follow my heart and not

as I'm not sure if they too put their loved ones images away after they pass.

But he though. 

He was so quiet,

I don't think I even heard him speak the entire time I was there 

 other than to his wife  

& that was always a whisper in his language 

I'd see him thoughout the camp 

I'd try to be helpful. 

but I mostly just tried to be to be quiet and present around him.

I wondered what took his voice. 

I wondered what their love story was. 

I wondered who would hear his soft spoken words now? 

Though I imagine he still silently speaks to her. 

& she probably still speaks to him even if only in his dreams. 

Maybe if I'm quiet & still enough when I return 

he might be there again 

and maybe he just might share with me

or I can share with him

the videos I have of her. 

Either way I am extremely grateful for my new friends I made in the north. 

They had me laughing so hard that my cheeks hurt

They had me laughing so hard that tears fell from the side of my face

They had me laughing so hard that my laugh had zero sound

It had been a very long time since I had that kind of laughter and tears like those. 

This women, my friend's mother. 

Something about her

her drive

her passion

her mission 

her confidence

to just do what needs to be done. 

Harvest, even if self taught like a complete crazy lady 

Speak, teach and save her language. 

She saw a gap and filled it without waiting for someone else to do it. 

She knew what needed to be done and did it. 

Her and her family have been coming to this land all their lives. 

This has always been what they've done. 

It's all they've ever known. 

I admired my friends for too taking this time to learn

For taking time to return to the salmon.

For taking time to hear their mother's tongue (language)

For taking time to be reminded of what they've been told all their lives. 

For taking time to learn exactly how to hang the salmon

That they must face this way and not the other way so the salmon will always return. 

For learning how warm the fire should be

For learning which wood to burn. 

For learning 

So that they too,

can teach their children's children. 

  For years I"ve been photographing Traditional Foods Gatherings.

I"m absolutely fascinated by how others are in relations to their foods. 

and how others are in relation to their rivers. 

The oceans. 

the Forests. 

The four legged 

The swimmers. 

The flyers. 

and the unborn. 

It was so beautiful to see their ways 

Their teachings

Their language 

Their systems

Their laws 

I stood there listening to their language as they shared about 

Their past

Their present

Their future.  

Though I obviously did not understand their language

In my heart I knew why they were sharing

 just as why they knew back then

 and just as they know now

Why they need to continue to protect

their homes. 

their rivers

Their lands

&

The salmon 

It wasn't until I was leaving, 

we stood outside the smoke house that she wrote about all those years earlier 

that I had realized it was

that smoke

These salmon 

and those grandmother stories that brought me to my friend.

I heard and saw myself in her. 

When you've been alone for so long in a world

that not only wants every part of you as a First Nations being

but also wants what you have as the first people's of this land.

in a world driven by dreams and dollars 

it was a warm welcome to find this sister who shares the same sense. 

This is my friend's home

This is her families home. 

This is where the salmon return. 

This is where her people have gone to connect with the land, the river, the language, and each other. 

it is where they will stay

it is where they will fight again and again 

to protect those here today 

to protect for those arriving tomorrow (unborn)

and probably even to one day once again,

shelter and nourish those trying to take this from them today & tomorrow. 

*content warning, trigger warning, swear warning*

The year ended the same way it usually starts. 

With the floor cleared 

The dog running

The kid hiding 

The music blasting

and the momma dancing.

I could sense my son really trying to be curious and compassionate

instead of  being what he was trying not to be 

which was irritated. 

Mom, you should go out for once. 

Really? Can you imagine your mother going all out?

He laughed. 

It might be kind of fun and funny, he thought. 

As he visioned his mother coming home all nuckchoo,

telling him how much I love him over and over.

Thankfully something he's never seen but has definitely heard the loves. 

I reminded him about appreciating these moments  as the last few years

were extremely dark and heavy.

Earlier this year I had shared this over on my Instagram.

I just finished four years in government (legislation) with my nation & that was a whole lot of energy & ego that was extremely heavy to hold. Never in my life have I felt as depressed, hopeless & isolated as I have lately. To feel so much rage, to hold all that anger & to witness so much loss & pain was excruciating.

Four years ago, I put my name forward. I never ‘ran’, campaigned or promised anything other than hoping to inspire others to live healthier lives & breathing life into our language. Not knowing it would cost feeling a part of my community, giving up my safe spaces in language & growing apart from family & friends. I really thought I could do it, I could not have to choose sides, I could be on everyone’s side, I could hear everyone out. But the fighters want you to fight, they want you to get mad, they want you to choose sides & to participate in the sickness (lateral violence). 

I”m no fighter and the fighters want you to fight.

The only battle I want to fight is to support those fighting their addictions, with those fighting wars within themselves & trying not to be better than anyone other than who they were yesterday.  So my fights have been reserved for those reclaiming lost lands & fighting to keep their languages alive. So am I sorry? Of course, I am. I am no fighter. I am no politician. Anyone who really knows me, knows the only laws I believe in are spiritual laws, the law of attraction & natural laws. 

Regardless of it all, I’m grateful to have witnessed the growth in language learners, the revival of traditional ceremonies, the grooming of the next harvesters (young men), roofs over the heads of those were houseless &

those who fought for their sobriety.

Some things can’t been seen, they can only be felt & those are some feels I felt. 

So if you've noticed me slowly disappearing from here, it's been heavy AF. At this point, the thought of leaving this country & getting a job at a gas station sounds both exciting & inviting! But never again will I EVER wear political hats. 

Never. EVER.

Especially since I'm mostly all about #fuckthesystem. So if you need me,

I'll be over here smudging for days until I'm me again. 

Sighs, though I shared that in March of this year, it still stings & I still find myself avoiding community gatherings. 

Though it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do & as much as I want to say I regret it, I don't. 

But I also know that you or I, don't need to sign into that system to create change. 

You don't need to be a chief or an elected member to create change. 

We've always had our own systems. Our own laws. 

and until we return, revive, recreate, or enhance what was and is ours

I think we'll always be at war with our SELVES. 

I've already been at war with myself and have zero desire to be a war with anyone else. 

I'd been wondering if I belonged here anymore,

after all, I am an import. 

Had I qualified for a mortgage away from here, I'd have been long gone.

But there's a believer in me,

regardless of how dark my thoughts may get

I tend to trust everything has happened and is happening just as it is meant to. 

And I was meant to stay,

as if I could leave and go live in a concrete world.

I kind of need the ocean, the trees, the salmon, elders & culture. 

I also need and needed some medicating & talk about perfect timing,

I work quite a bit with first nations health authority

and they called & asked me to photograph their mental health conference.  

as if they knew I needed some mental health care myself. 

ok anytime I photograph for them, it's always some much-needed reassurance that 

I am not bat shit crazy, or alone in this work or these thoughts. 

there were so many speakers there that were all about those wars we have with ourselves mentally. 

& those wars with that we have with 'those' systems. 

systematic oppression

& fighting for your language

now those are my kind of wars! 

Get me to a mental health conference to reaffirm I am not mental or losing my marbles. 

Every single speaker and workshop was a reminder that I in fact still do have some of my marbles.

all the accounts I follow on Instagram are all about social justice, systemic oppression & white supremacy.  

so when one of the presenters was reading from White Fragility,

a book I'd been following online for some time 

I was happily surprised & slightly excited!

I was all like,  YAASSSSSS 

let's dive deep into the depths!!

at one of the FNHA Island Caucuses, they'd brought in James Makokis 

He wasn't just another speaker, I wondered what was so special about him

What was this big hype & why was everyone so excited and eager to have their photo taken with him? 

He was on a television show called Amazing Race, 

I haven't had cable t.v. in years so that explained why I was so clueless. 

That didn't quite excite me but when I heard his presentation,

I can't remember what it was called but something like

decolonizing medicine/health. 

now that excited me! 

he spoke about the consequences of not sharing or passing on 

our traditional medicines

our sacred ceremonies

our living languages

and our traditional teachings. 

He shared about how certain families want to hold, hoard or deny sharing these. 

He also spoke about why and what price we'll all be paying if these don't get passed down. 

Meanwhile, I'm there in the corner trying not to fist pump and trying to keep my 

Mmmmhhhmmmm's to a min. 

So I never saw the show he was on but I sure did like how he spoke about racing to save ourselves 

how he spoke about how food is medicine &

how we had and have our own medicines and our own doctors.

Lil'wat, Traditional Medicines Gathering.

FNHA invited me to capture their event &

 Sometimes I have moments where I can't believe the spaces I end up in.

Sitting in circle with respected elders and traditional healers for a pipe ceremony.

I knew I wasn't in that sacred space to capture, but more to witness. 

 It was one of those moments where I wondered

How is it that I am here?

amongst the highest respected beings from various villages.

amongst the medicine people

the traditional healers. 

Our spiritual doctors. 

Ok, who cares how I ended up there, but I was fully present and extremely grateful to be.

it was so amazing to hear about their Men's Group at the Traditional Medicines Gathering

their men's group started apparently because of our young warriors group!

I stood in the back of the room, with my heart melting.

Who knew that one workshop with FNHA about 10 years ago 

that my oldest son and I attended

 would lead to this ripple effect of men healing?! 

(Listen to me my ego)
 

It's been so amazing to see, hear and feel our men healing. 

Returning to their roles. 

Returning to the land.

Returning to the rivers. 

Returning to themselves.

something so special about those rare males who

take time away from their own son's

to help other boys become men. 

I have the deepest amount of respect for that and them! 

they hold the much needed space for our boys to bond and heal. 

This group called Culture Saves Lives, brings culture & healing to the streets.

Down town east side, Vancouver. 

They bring the drums

They bring the songs. 

The bring culture 

They bring healing. 

&

They bring ceremony

to those on the streets. 

This Indigenous Wellness Team at First Nations Health Authority 

is SOOOOO MY KIND OF TEAM!! 

Oh my gosh, I have so much love and respect for all these open-minded beings who be 

wiling to learn, 

or rather unlearn.

it's Another event I photograph annually and I swear it's my fav (ok so they all my fav but this one is closest to my heart!)

I loved hearing about all the harm reduction groups in the various different villages 

& the differences that they've noticed through that work of those groups. 

it's just heart warming & the most beautiful thing to see and feel. 

Though some may think that harm reduction has to do with the addict,

I think it has every little thing to do with the sober one or the one trying to help. 

to me, harm reduction is about removing the judgement & the expectations, 

it's about accepting someone 

exactly as they are 

where they are.

I've heard so many harm reduction stories that gave me hope,

that gave me inspiration

that tore my heart wide open

& 

left me in tears. 

I think it' the most beautiful fucking thing ever,

to accept someone just as they are. 

if there is any one thing that gets under my skin, 

it's when I hear sober people judge those who use.

like that wasn't once them.

because believe me,

I know some sober people that

are sicker than some users.

I think Russel Brand said it best, 

 "Cannabis isn't a gateway drug.

Alcohol isn't a gatefway drug.

Nicotine isn't gateway drug.

Trauma is the gateway. Childhood abuse is the gateway. Molestation is the gateway. Neglect is the gateway. 

Drug abuse, violent behaviour, hyper sexuality and self harm are often symptoms (not the cause) of much bigger issues. And it almost always stems from childhood filled with trauma, absent parents and an abusive family.

but most people are too busy laughing at the homeless and drug addicts to realize

your own children could be in their shoes in 15 years. 

Communicate. Empathize. Rehabilitate".

I photograph various health, healing events throughout the province and if there is one thing I've noticed. 

It's the women who be

communicating.  

Emphasizing 

&  

creating and holding space for our people to heal. 

holding space for our people to return to themselves. 

so even though I go to photograph all these beautiful beams of light

and get to witness, see, hear and feel all the magical work being done,

it's always a beautiful reminder that we're not alone.

So even though this year and the last couple of years have been extremely dark and lonely

as addiction is no stranger in my family

it's hard as hell sometimes to hold onto hope. 

it's hard as hell to watch someone self medicate. 

it's hard as hell to remember that only they can heal themselves. 

when all you want to do is take their pain, 

take them & save them from themselves. 

but we can't. 

All we can do is hold space. 

Accept. 

&

Release. 

but as my grandfather always say's. 

Just love them. 

Unconditionally. 

Love will bring them back.

 So I'm thankful AF for all the opportunities that I've had through photography this year

that have helped me too return to myself. 

Cause as Ram Dass said,

"When you go out into the woods, and you look at the trees, you see all these different trees.

And some of them are bent, you sort of understand that it didn't get enough light, and so it turned that way.

And you don't get all emotional about it. You just allow it.

The minute you get near humans, you lose all that.

And you are constantly saying "You are too this or I'm too this."

That judgement mind comes in.

And so I practice turning people into trees.

Which means appreciating them just the way they are." 

May your year be filled with you appreciating all your tree's just as they are 

 & rather than bonding over whose tree's are bent.

maybe become curious about why your own tree is bending.

 because we're all meant to go and grow as 

This too shall pass. 

I've lost track on how many years it's been since we've participated in the consumer frenzy,

I'd have to dig through the archives to find out exactly when the last time we'd done so,

 but it feels like an eternity, maybe 9 or 10 years? (This blog was written 2019)

But I clearly remember when I first started requesting no more gifts, 

I'm sure it must have felt like, how dare I, 

deny

disrespect 

or 

deprive

especially my son of such.

I"m sure it was hurtful, offensive & difficult to comprehend. 

It mainly started off with all the waste. 

The gifts my son & I would receive that honestly we would never use.

And or if we ever did, the use was minimal.

Toys would be played with for maybe a couple hours & end up lost, broken or in the trash.

So even though it started off as a concern about the environment   

As I began to dive deeper into the depths of my being

I wondered,  why I am celebrating something that I don't even believe in?

Why am I celebrating something that most of my people were forced to believe in?

and what impact was this having on my son & what beliefs of mine was I forcing on him?! 

In the last couple of years, he'd been asking to go to Cooper Island, which is a Christian Camp some friends of ours run.

He could tell I was hesitant. 

but if there is one thing about my kids, it's that they are fearless about reminding me of what was taught to them. 

to be free of judgment.

So though I was hesitant, I had to remind myself of what I had written, thought and said when I was too a teen. 

 I still have my diary from when I was 17 and I remember writing and thinking 

When I have kids, I"m going to give them more choices & freedom than I had. 

So even though I too was forced to church as a child. 

I knew that if I ever had kids that they would be free to choose their own spiritual beliefs. 

So interestingly enough both my kids have explored & experienced church completely on their own. 

in those moments, I had to practice what I'd been preaching all their lives. 

Which was non-judgment

and allow them to own what was theirs.

their feelings

their thoughts

& their beliefs. 

It's one of the hardest things as a parent, to let your child be themselves and not expect or demand them to be you. 

i've been reading this book called, The Conscious Parent by Dr. Shefali,

which has been a game-changer in how I parent, or rather how I project. 

Such a fine line between projecting and protecting and it's one I find myself on a lot.

It's really hard to not project my thoughts and feelings onto him about this religion

and even harder to acknowledge the light & loads it's also lifted. 

how does one share a light without acknowledging the dark shadows it's left?

every time I see these abandoned buildings, I can't help but shiver. 

I've heard far too many stories to not

I've seen so many of our people who truly feel trapped in time

&  are Still trembling in trauma from being told what to believe.

So when I see these spaces still there, I can't help but project. 

For years during the potlatch ban 

when the government prohibited our ceremonies 

we were allowed to gift one day per year and that was on Dec 25th. 

So the rebel in me, is rebelling this religion cause like hell I want it to tell me when I can, can't  or should gift. 

PLus I don't even celebrate my own day of birth, so why again was I celebrating this one?

Truth is, I was just doing what everyone else was & I am not everyone else & nor do I want to be. 

I want nothing to do with any religion that fears & demeans those with beliefs that differ from theirs. 

But then again, 

maybe they feared us because we were givers?

Maybe they wanted we had?  

maybe they wanted To give like we gave. 

which has always been more than just once a year.  

it's in our dna. 

the word potlatch comes from our word

p̓ačiƛ

which means to give. 

We've always been givers.

but what about when we can't give

the pressure society adds  this time of year is insane!

it's like adding extra loads to those who already can barley carry the essentials. 

something about this time of year that magnifies all those wounds & estranged relationships. 

It's like adding heaviness to an already dark & gloomy time of year.

think about it, do most people look happier this time of year? 

I mean whether they can afford it or not. 

I don't know about you but I see peeps sprinting around looking all exhausted & stressed,

impatiently waiting in lines for things they either don't want or can't even afford to buy.

Because driving around like a maniac, honking horns & flipping fingers as unconscious gifts

has kind of become part of this celebration. 

So interestingly enough this blog is about denying the right to gift

whether that denial came  from the government, or rebelling religion, 

I too have been denied gifting,  

I'd recently bought my son some pants from a store that only offered exchanges. 

with no clothes that he would fit or wear I was left to leave with some THING!

ok I was kind of excited at the thought of giving this to one of my men. 

So I thought for sure one of them might like it. 

I mean my oldest son rarely takes things from me, EVER

and my youngest son always happily takes everything cause he rarely gets anything. 

Ummmm. . . . Nope. . . . . neither 

 wanted this coolest skate board ever that rides soooo smooth.

Straight up Denied. 

hah, hashilthsa (interesting). 

Whyyyyy my weird children?! 

apparently because they both already have one & neither needs two. 

Could they possibly be following in my footsteps?

or maybe they really just didn't dig the long board?!

or maybe it has nothing to do with me or them or the board ?

Regardless of what they believe,

The trees are in rooted in the ground where they belong &

we have zero waste & not a single thing to trash, donate or regift.

Raising a non materialist humans in a very materialistic world has had it's challenges for sure

& I’m not so sure we’d have been here had we still had cable television, thankfully gone too years ago. 

It may sound depriving to some and believe me,

there’s still a small part of me that would love to spoil the crap out of my youngest they way I did with my oldest  

and get him every little thing his heart secretly desires.

 But when I see and feel his excitement & impatience to gift his elders traditional foods and or treats, 

there is nothing depriving about that.

Seeing the light in his eyes & the love in their hearts as he’s wrapped in their wrinkles, reminds me of what can’t be bought. .

So In a world driven by always needing and wanting more

to be ‘happy or rather temporarily happier,

I admire those who attempt to reclaim what cannot be bought.

Presence over presents any day. 

So of course, I hope your day (s) are filled too with every little thing money couldn’t possible buy.

 It’s so easy to get lost in the chaos, getting, receiving, not getting, not being able to give or wanting more or something else.

I’m grateful his memories will always be of giving & the gifts of experiences he’s received. Hopefully they’ll one day be priceless. .

Cause sometimes, not getting what we want is also kind of a gift.

and though there've been many gifts received in my family through this religion that I'm am truly grateful for,

what little went of it that did go right, can never fix all the wrongs it left.

For all those climbing out of their darks. 

Wounded in the wrongs

&  or running from lights & rights. 

It's ok to not be ok. 

AS my friend Naas Ałuk say's 

t̓iʕas (winter solstice) is a time for us to pause, rest and reflect. Too often during this time of year we place much emphasis upon the absence of light.

But, there is value and strength to be found within the darkness as well. 

The darkness reminds us of the value of light and warmth. It enhances those nurturing qualities.

Darkness can also bring families and people closer together.

We are pulled together and rely upon the stored provisions of food, love and laughter that keep us company during the cold, dark nights of winter. 

t̓iʕas provides us time to reflect upon the year that has passed.

We learn from the experiences made, steps taken and growth made.

We pause and rest and refresh our strength for the year ahead.

We gather and celebrate and craft collective dreams and visions for the year ahead. 

During these shortened days... celebrate the light

but also embrace the darkness.

It is both elements that provide us the necessities of life. 

ƛułuk̓ʷič t̓iʕas

Six years ago one of my youth friends' had told me about this Nahko guy, 

showed me his video and I instantly thought, 

I could be friends with him.

Then five years ago another friend showed me the Black Hills Unity Concert promo video

that I had watched earlier that week and I thought,

Melody you do not need to go all the way to the hills

Be responsible 

Stay home 

save money.

Then my friend invited me over for tea and thought we should just up and go to this Unity Concert in Dakota 

I think it was the following week or something last minute like that. 

So of course we up and went,

because well, 

we both weird, wild, free spirits that's why!

it was in the hills that I saw myself. 

there were others. 

others who felt the way I do about 

life

land

language 

& 

ceremony. 

Though I originally went to see & hear him. 

I had no idea how the connections there and then would impact my life 

and shift not only my being but my path as well. 

I met so many brown beautiful beings who were passionate about 

who they were, are and will be. 

Many of whom have knew exactly who they were. 

Knew exactly where we as Indigenous have come from 

and knew exactly where they were going

knew exactly who they needed to take 

and knew exactly what they needed to bring.  

I saw something in them that I wanted in myself. 

I didn't know how, what or why but I knew I wanted what they had. 

but I also knew what they had

had nothing to do with them or me. 

It was bigger, deeper & darker. 

They all had a fire in them and I wanted to burn too. 

I 

The hills lit something in me that still burns today. 

So of course I"m thankful for all the moments and all the beings that have lit me. 

that have helped me find my own fire

that have taught me to share my warmth. 

that have shown me what 

social justice,

indigenous resistance

&

sovereign rights looks like. 

More importantly shown me what wrong feels and looks like both globally and locally. 

That trip to the Black Hills was where I fell not only more into myself 

but more into who we are as indigenous. 

What I saw in them

wasn't me,

or them,

it was US I saw. 

So somehow this journey has lead me down this unexpected path.

I never knew then that so many of the friendships formed there would shape me here but they did. 

I admire my friend and all my friends who use their voices to 

protect, support & resist the dollars and dreams

that lead to destruction & oppression of indigenous people's.

For years I've worked in health, healing and helping and it can sure get heavy and hard to hold. 

Lifting your people up is a full time job & it gets dark, scary and exhausting.

Sometimes I question it all, wondering if I"m in the right place. 

It's usually then I start wondering if I'm crazy. 

it's also usually around then when this guy shows up. 

Then I remember 

I am crazy! 

and I'm totally meant to be with other crazies! 

Cause why be normal when you can stay weird?! 

Extremely thankful for this weird tribe & all the crazies that lead me to them & this! 

I'm a huge believer in energy

Every little thing is energy.

What you watch.  

What you feel. 

Who you surround yourself with (cause apparently you become them.)

What you write. 

How you talk (about self & others) 

How you walk

How you think. 

What you listen to. 

All energy. 

So lucky me gets to fuel with this and them. 

xo 

Finding Solitude. .

It’s been such a blessing to witness this beautiful film come to life.

From the very beginning when my nephew first called

& let me know what he was wanting to do, 

which was to make a documentary on mountains. 

To of course me asking how he'd be including his indigenous roots as part of it

otherwise why else call this auntie? 

Last summer and this summer were the absolute nuttiest summers for me ever! 

IF anyone knows me, I"m all about less work  -  more mom

so taking on anything additional was a

NO

Negataive

NOPE. 

But 

the auntie in me needed to support this artist in the making, my nephew

& his friend who is the nerdiest nerd I know

But nerds are smart & they doers & everyone should have at least one friend whose a nerd!

 ok I'll help these kids out 

I thought it might take a day or two of my life. 

UMMMM NOPE. 

Daily calls

A million texts 

Two years later. 

& broken promises on my end too if I"m being honest

(I was to climb with them but no time for play, it's been all work which btw I did make them slave for me too)

Fast forward to the middle of the chaos

 when I was overwhelmed with my own stuff 

my day job

my photography 

my momma roles to the kid and pooch 

forget food and house chores 

articles, edits, emails, blaaaaahhhhh!!

adding these two to the lists seriously about drove me bat shit crazy (for real!)  

 

Especially after the non stop lectures I'd already given them on Indigenous protocols. 

So I stuck it out because what other kids are out there 

getting high on mountains

& making movies on climate change?

Its' been a couple of years with this & them. 

There've been many teachable moments. 

A few mistakes. 

A few retakes. 

A few headaches

and a lot of laughter. 

Being with them was like being with my younger self. 

Sheesh my poor parents! 

Freeing, crazy, silly, inspiring & full of drive and dreams. 

As the film is in its final stages, preparing for its official debuts,

I think about how I’m going to miss these two

& all this extra chaos

(ok I won't really miss the chaos & I highly doubt these two will be disappearing, especially with Evan feeling like one of them!)
 

So Thank you Jaide & Trist

 for allowing me to share this beautiful & inspiring journey with you. 

I’m excited to see where you both go

I'm a little sad that’s it over but mostly relieved & grateful.

You’ll always remember this as your first film

& I’m really proud to have been a part of it.

#findingsolitudefilm

I look forward to seriously finding my solitude

after all that so not solitude with this film (giggles)

 I most certainly hope I can make at least one of the debuts!

Regardless of if I make one or not, of course I think it’s worthy of adding it to your must see list! 

For more info on this, them and where you can see : 

https://www.findingsolitudefilm.com
 

ʔušy̓aksiiƛeic Finding Solitude Film 

for guilting me into the mountains with you! 

One of our Nuu-chah-nulth words for happy

stems from nuči  which means mountain 

because when you're happy 

you're high like mountains! 

(so cool hey?!) 

#findingsolitudefilm #indigenousstorytelling #nuuchanulth #komoks #firstnations #sacredmountains

📸 @jaidengeorge

🎥 @oldgrowthmedia

I had this need to go to it. 

Be near it. 

On it. 

In it. 

with it. 

when I look as far back as I can through the digital archives 

I think it started as a healing call for me. 

I remember those dark days I needed to be in the surf. 

Allowing the ocean to wash over me 

but mainly needing her to wash through me 

September tends to be the time with the most calls from the ocean. 

Begging to be sat with after everyone's left. 

Almost like she waits for me to visit. 

Sometimes, I ride, or rather attempt to ride.

my last surf at Kwisitis 

I was out there all alone

(well Evan and Max were body surfing on the shore)

There I sat on my board. 

Feeling all proud of myself for not being scared. 

Inhaling my big girl moment.

when this eyeball covered in barnacles slowly & silently appeared a few feet from my left side. 

It was so surreal. 

I had just released my deep breathe and was having a moment of gratitude 

Thinking & thanking the creator for this amazing life I have.

Then that 👁

Ok of course my heart started racing in that moment because 

HELLO 

did you ever watch Jaws as a child 

or 

Black Fish (documentary) 

as an adult?!! 

so my second thought was, 

at least it' a grey and not a killer whale! 

It felt like a few magical minutes of staring into one another's souls. 

Then it left just as it had arrived, slowly & silently it sank back into the depths.  

I think it was after that I decided that I'm quite content with just waiting for my surfers on the shore. 

Or standing in the harbours where 

shelter 

silence 

& 

stillness 

seemed more me. 

For years long before surf boards and sup's

I would go and sit down the dock  

with my camera and my diary. 

It was always some much needed time of solitude in a world which felt far too noisy and busy for me.   

I remember when I first moved here to Yuuthluithaht 

I swear I was homesick for years

but  being down the dock somehow made me feel closer to home. 

This journey with the ocean seemed to call me in more ways than one. 

Not only did it call me spiritually.

but it also called me to work. 

I remember I moved to Campbell River to be closer to my sister some years ago. 

It was such a culture shock,

I was so used to saying hello to everyone and knowing everyone & everyone knowing me. 

Every damn day I went out to look for work there with zero luck. 

Talk about humbling. I'd never ever been that broke in my life ever. 

After months of unsuccessful job searching.

I decided to apply for this research job though UVIC that was offered closer to my home, Ahousat. 

I remember I got the job and wasn't sure how I felt about it.  After all I had just moved my son and I across island. 

So I talk it over with my uncle and he said, "Well what the hell you doing applying for a job you don't want?" 

SHEEEESH So I took it!

It was a research job where we had to be out on the water from dusk to dawn. 

AND I had to drive the boat!

Being on the water, floating so freely under the moon light with

Whales exhaling so close to you that their breathe misted your face.  

Watching night turn to day as the rest of the world slept. 

Quickly became my fav time to be awake. 

 It ended up being one of the best jobs I've ever had! 

so this ocean call. 

maybe started out as a call home.   

because I missed my home so much. 

I was raised in my community where  

people naturally gave, shared and helped. 

I was so used of my food coming straight from the ocean to our table. 

After spending more than half my life here in Yuuthluithaht

I still miss home and community so I thought

I'm just gonna go find my own fish & find a way to get my own food.

Thankfully I made a couple of friends, who the poor things

have had their share of putting up with me and my never ending harvest requests over the years. 

 I remember my very first time some years ago 

going to find fresh fish here in Yuuthluithaht

Feeling all vulnerable & insecure but on a fresh fish mission, 

I drag my cousin down the dock with me cause I didn't want to look poor or needy 

(Giggles, so having her with me made me look rich and independent.)

That first fish find lead to years of friendship with West Coast Fish. 

Matty has thankfully supplied our home with the freshest of fishes the last 11 + years 

& has always been there and available when I've had such rad opportunities  that included taking elders & youth out fishing! 

Along with this guy who finally has recently started his own adventures with Uukwiis

Probably the only guy who thinks he can boss me around. 

Always calls last minute, inviting me out for harvests

telling me I have 10 minutes to 

grab my gear

my gumboots 

food & bevies

&

meet him somewhere that usually takes half hour to get to!

But I'm always game & grateful! 

He's taken Evan & I out many times for 

clams

oysters

herrings 

fish

&

tootsup

That last herring spawn I couldn't find anyone to take me out 

& man was I ever PO"d!

 So I did what I had to do. 

Got the kid

The kayak

The trees

The stand up paddle board 

and headed out. 

I was so mad paddling out thinking

$%*%@! this 

I don't ever want to need or have to beg anyone to take me out ever again! 

Might sound strange and random but I had thought about my late father's during that temper tantrum. 

I thought about my father in law who for years lived on the ocean as a guardian. 

I'd spend more time with him more than both my father's combined. 

IF he were here, he'd have taken me out.

He'd have mumbled and grumbled about it

but he'd have taken me. 

 But I mostly thought about my father. 

He was never there for me growing up. 

He broke every single promise he ever made to me as a child. 

he was far from perfect and most definitely left some pain and trauma in his trail. 

but he was still my dad

& 

Though he wasn't capable of being there for me. 

as an adult I choose to be there for the child in him. 

He'd call me everyday and talk about his old fishing days or tell me stories of my late mother. 

I'd listen. I'd really listen. 

Because I knew he wasn't well. 

I knew he didn't look after himself. 

I knew one day I'd miss those calls and those special conversations. 

& nothing like anniversaries to remind you of your father's.

September 12th was the day my dad was born. 

September 12th was the day my father in law journeyed home.

So those thoughts of my fathers during those winter blues (herring spawns)

where I was throwing temper tantrums 

over feeling stranded ashore 

while wanting to answer the calls to the ocean. 

particularly had me thinking of a promise I made to both those father's.

I'm going to have my own boat I told them for years. 

they would chuckle at me. 

So I'm sure they're flying over me

shaking their heads 

Because I finally bought my own damn boat!

Because I'm a mother raising son's. 

and or Maybe because my father only had daughters? 

or maybe because  I'm a mother whose father's & grandfather's were & are fishermen. 

No wait, that's a whole other blog about roles and discussions I've had with elders on women harvesting. 

But boat mostly because I'd like my son to be

self sufficient.

to know how to fish

to not only know his traditional territories

but to know their traditional names & histories too. 

So thank you to my father

who somehow managed to keep his last promise to me.

which was to help me get a boat. 

So it's a few years late but it's here now dad. 

It's still nameless but I'm definitely drawn to

Kelsmsit 'something' because 

Well maybe I"m still trying to bring

Ahousat to Yuuthluithaht. ;) 

I"m be all all over the VHF

in my strongest Mexican accent 

Freeeeeeeesh fiiiiiiish down the dock,

come get it.

Just like home. 

xo

The ocean called and I finally answered. 

Scared AF but still answered. 

because to me, if I'm not scared 

then I'm too comfortable 

& if I'm comfortable too long 

I know it's time to go and grow. 

Awwwww 

 ʔušy̓aksiiƛeic nuw̓i & nani

for watching me grow. 

for watching me want to be parts of you. 
 

13 years of land, ceremony, elders, culture & traditional ways of life. Came against all birth control odds & clearly was meant to be here, to rebirth my life & coincidently help me understand death.  Yesterday I reminded him that although he wasn’t part of my plan, he was every part of his father’s big bright plan. Because every plan should start with a wish upon falling star.

which was exactly what dad did, he wished for him! Then conveniently ecstatically confessed to me after the pregnancy test.

   So even though he came when dad left, this was all part of THE plan.

I reminded him, there are no accidents and sometimes the best gifts come completely unwrapped, unseen, unplanned and take you by surprise.

So he was my surprise gift that came from the stars, the sky & spirt.  

  It's been very different this time parenting than my first. When my child is dropping truth bombs in his grade 7 class on thanksgiving about attempted genocide & having discussions about government conspiracies, colonialism, climate change, & energy AND EGO?! 

I think this is 13?!

When I can’t even berry pick with him in other territories  because he reminds me it isn't our territory & we hadn’t asked permission (protocol) to harvest.  When I watch him participate in culture so proudly  it makes me think back to when I was his age,  I most definitely wasn’t even aware there were other ‘Indians’, (as that’s what we were then) AND I was super shy &  almost embarrassed about my culture. 

So this is 13, long locks & though I want to say boy braids, 

it's more like man braids,

loud & proud & completely unapologetic.

This next generation though, rising & raising it all. 

The days of

silencing, 

simmering 

& 

stolen 

are long gone. 

these after all,

are the grandchildren of the ‘Indians’ society once tried to banish. .

We grew these in the dark & they are most definitely here to stay & light the way. 

✨✊🏽🌱

He reminds me that cycles can be broken.

That generations can heal. 

That real men feel.

And of course

That parents can be taught, corrected and aren't always 'right'.  

Thank you Evan for who you've been. 

who you are

&

all you shall be

ʔiičaʔapʔick łimaqsti ʔin hinumłitq ƛaḥ n̓aasʔi. yaaʔakukniš suutił. 

It lifts my spirit that you were born this day. Love you!

xo 

A couple years ago I photographed the Innovaative Young Indigenous Leaders Symposium (IYILIS) & spent the week with 60 young indigenous leaders from across the province. 

Their Vision

Their vision is to create space for young Indigenous people who are doing grounded work in their communities to come together and share their experience and best practices. They invited young Indigenous leaders for a 4 day symposium, to cultivate common knowledge and ideas, empower each other and their communities and envision our futures together. They want to create a strong network of motivated and self-determining young leaders who can learn from one another and find common connections in their work.

They acknowledge the work that is going on around the province to revitalize Indigenous languages, cultural practices, laws, and governance systems and it is important to bring these people together to create a strong network and uplift the work happening in each of our communities to create strong, healthy and vibrant Indigenous futures.

Never had I ever been in a room with so many rad, inspiring, indigenous beings who were also passionate about

all the same things I was! 

I remember feeling,

'There ARE others?!' 

Ok so maybe there were all half my age but still! 

I felt like I found my tribe. 

So when my friends wanted to meet up to share their ideas and goals for this years 

I was so stoked and so there!!

  Though they were still manifesting the funds needed to pull it off

I cleared my schedule knowing it would happen cause they crazy doers! 

Snuneymuxw (Nanaimo) wow, how beautiful to be on your land. 

To hear your stories 

Your songs. 

Your language 

& 

your teachings. 
 

 Though IYILIS was held at VIU,

always recognizing the importance of honouring the land whose territory we on

the first day was on the land. 

We ferried over to Saysutshun (New Castle Island)

  Ok if you've never been and you need an escape from Nanaimo  

Saysutshun (New Castle Island) is it's only little private paradise! 

Crazy to think for us neighbouring nations 

how close we are to each others territory 

but have never been.
 

we were Hosted by elder Xulsimalt,  Gary Manson 

Ummmm one of my favourite humans EVER!! 

He and his niece Emmy both work at VIU as support for First Nations students. 

Like where was that & they when I was there? ! 

IF you new or old returning to VIU and miss

home, culture, elders, teachings 

go find them!

Ok couple confessions,  I wasn't at VIU that long & 

pretty much all the IYILIS presenters were from my fav circles.

Even if those circles are mainly from spaces in cyber (instagram).

When you busy hearting all their posts,

then

you see them in real life 

 but you not really sure if it's them

& you don't want to assume or ask cause you don't even know their 'real' name 

they still part of your circle, like saltwater_womxn here :) 

Because medicine making 

knowing where to find 

When to find

& how to use 

matters.

There were many discussions on various topics that we all identified with.

It was so powerful to witness this next generation

owning who they are

knowing exactly where they come from & where they belong

representing their roots 

& reclaiming what rightfully belongs to them. 

 cultural identity & protocols   

To see younger and younger youth

learning their languages & 

carrying on cultural protocols 

gives me goosebumps. 

To me, it's like seeing elders in young people. 

Salia you my kind of elder. xo 

Apparently we don't see the world as it is,

we see it as we are. 

so of course I see elders in them all.  

I could listen to my friend Patrick for hours on end. He truly is an elder, wise beyond his years. 

Listening to him reminds me of my grandfathers. it feels so rare to hear that kind of talk anymore. 

the kind that grounds you

stops you in your tracks 

points out all the lessons you've been missing 

 reminds you of what you lost when you didn't even know it was missing. 

the kind of talks it felt like we all had before the internet interrupted us all.

 The kind of IYILIS talks.

  but it wasn't all talks. 

of course there were times for songs too. 

songs sung in each of their own languages 

sighs. 

yah.

it was far more beautiful than I could ever attempt to put into English words.  

Language revitalization Panel 

I for a split second thought about not attending this gathering 

specifically because I knew it would bring up a lot of emotion in me. 

When I think about Indigenous people world wide and the oppression, trauma and loss that continues to this day 

lights a fire in me. 

land 

language 

culture 

identity 

are life lines. 

What happens when we lose our languages? I personally can't even imagine our ceremonies without them.

When I see and hear speakers,

whom are obviously all elders

I can't help but think about what feels inevitable. 

I sat there listening to my friends on the panel of their languages. 

Trying not to ugly cry as they shared their emotional journey which felt oh so familiar. 

They too crave old ways

ancient voices 

& want with everything in them to have what's rightfully theirs. 

Pretty hard to find and feel the light when you full on in survival mode. 

But there are lights 

even if tiny flickers 

Fanning and softly blowing one another to keep each other lit. 

I'm so thankful to so many of these beings have personally kept me warm during cold, dark, lonely patches. 

So maybe we can't take everything they have

and all they know 

as much as we want to. 

I'm not sure we could carry it all even if we could 

So where do we go from here? 

What do we do?

How do we carry on? 

The same way our grandparents did. 

Through songs

Though ceremony 

Through culture.

Through the stars. 

Through taking it all back 

Through Making the old new again. 

Through one child at at time. 

Through coming full circle. 
 

Thank you IYILIS for choosing me to circle up with you. 

You give me so much 

hope

inspiration 

& 

fire

I look forward to fanning your sparkles

Watching you light the way

as you continue to carry on the old ways.

xo 

https://www.iyils.ca
 

adventures off to new territories are my fav kind of adventures! 

tl' esqox it was soooo lovely to meet you for the first time ever

and 

just as I thought

it took forever for this tourist to arrive 

I stopped more than a few times just to inhale the smell of sage everywhere. 

and watch the horses run wild and free!

I wondered where all their neighbours were? 

Soooooo much land, it made me feel all squished here :O 

I thought about the salmon that somehow magically find their way into my smoke house 

sometimes all the way from this very river! 

it's always interesting to know where my food comes from, especially when it comes to food fish. 

made me grateful to these people & this river. 

for the sharing their wild healthy salmon that nourish us all year long! 

we arrived somehow without GPS or wifi & if you know me that almost miraculous!

horses, everywhere. 

wow, we were so fascinated!! 

not sure what we originally  expected but it was so much more than what we did. 

my heart was racing with excitement!

I could see my son's eyes sparking and feel his eagerness and impatience as I tried to park. 

it was so foreign to us, we'd never seen such connections between horses and First Nations before. 

we were definitely in another world & it felt amazing to finally leave our very familiar world. 

This was their world. 

Their way of life. 

& 

we were visitors. 

it was mind blowing to me & I thought it was the coolest thing EVER! 

to see youth & even young toddlers 

learning, 

playing 

competing 

connecting

I was trying to be all shy & shoot from afar

until I got introduced to the chief and the MC who asked me to speak to the crowd 

gulp :O attempts to speak my language 

hopefully it made sense to someone! 

We were on his home lands, this territory has been in his family for generations. 

Every year he hosts and I could hear the joy that he brought him to do such. 

Of course I was interested in everyone's story. 

but everyone was busy, helping, teaching, volunteering. 

I was so curious, did he ride? 

Does he still? Who taught him? How old was he when he started? 

Does he still ride? Why if not? 

So many stories and thoughts were running in my head 

but I want to know

no time to know. 

just captures of them in their elements. 

Oh but I really wanted to know his story. 

Does he speak his language? 

oh how I"d have loved to hear his story too! 

but there were too many fast things to be captured and no time to slow down to all the stories I was curious about. 

no time for visits or interviews.

even though part of me was sad 

I was happy to witness 

slowly made my way to the elders who were all on the hill 

oh how I wanted to create portraits of them all individually 

but I knew that would take more time and trust than I had. 

but in the few short moments I did have, I was grateful that some of them trusted this stranger in their territory. 

maybe it was my attempt of my language? 

I don't know but I do know that I'm always naturally drawn to the speakers!

so thank you tl' esqox for opening

your home

your hearts

& 

for sharing your language 

your elders 

& 

your salmon 

I"ll most definitely be back

next time to hear more stories 

xo 

Ahousat school has been hosting potlatch, I"m not sure how long now? Kids hosting ceremony makes me want to make up with 

facebook (cause I broke up with it few years ago) just so I never miss another one of these ever again! 

 I was sooooooo happy to finally go home, even if it was to introduce myself in some of my new roles. 

All I could think about was, how much we've grown. 

I gazed at all the kids, trying to see their parents in them. 

Trying to guess what families (last names) they looked like. 

Like adults did to me as a child

and

as elders to this day do to me  as to me as an adult. 

I have so much respect for our chiefs 

who carrying on our ways 

and 

their roles & responsibilities.

To hold all that 

hurt

healing 

food

& 

ceremony 

Those are such  huge, heavy roles to hold.  
 

So anytime I see unity, laughter, healing, support & pride. 

Give our community 

more of that. 

 More of this.

She was given a name

randomly & unexpectedly by one of the chiefs.

called forward to be acknowledged by your chiefs

at this age (or any age)

I hope they know how very special that was. 

Then to have the children 

 honour and acknowledge their chiefs in return. 

I sat there thinking,  this is my home. 

not everyone has a home like this. 

do they at home know how beautifully blessed they are? 

or will they too realize it after they've left it like I?  so of course I was beaming.

there was so much

light & life 

in this space. 

And nothing quite as beautiful as seeing light

where some were once walking through dark. 

So proud of this guy, his growth game is solid & strong 

& his drug of choice is most definitely 

culture. 

Then there are those who are learning, or re-learning their ways. 

Standing so humbly 

speaking the little bits of language they know. 

soaking in every little thing they have left 

My heart is always with these ones. The one's learning and teaching as they learn. wasting no time in passing it all along.

even if they Unsure if it's correct,  

even if they nervous & scared 

there they are

 trying. 

but yet having fun too because reality is

we're all learning as we go

so may as well laugh at yourself once in awhile. 

Then there's those look like they've been doing it their whole young little lives

knowing those teachings and sacred connections we have with the animal kingdom 

Them haahuupayak studentsl have some pretty amazing teachers and it clearly reflects

in how they sing

how they dance

how they walk

&

how they talk

. 

I remember their  fist winter solstice concert I went to there a couple years ago,

I was ready to pack up my kid and move there 

just so he could have all that too ! ! 

wow. 
 

And although my children have never grown up or lived in their other home 

They know it is there's too. 

Well,  at least now they do.  When my youngest was about five & we were walking up the dock at home in Ahousat he asked,

Mom, how does everyone know you here? 

They're all family I told him. 

Wow, he say's,  I wish I had that much family. 

Giggles, they are yours too. 

Even though there are always new family members like these cutest things ever that we've never met before. 

all I could think was, I don't ever remember being this cute ! ! 

nor do I remember having that sparkle in my eyes when Peter Webster used to be telling us as kids

 Tookshe tookshe! 

these kids rocked the entire gym

had everyone on their feet

and

sparkles in everyone's eyes

so thank heavens some from our generation were paying attention way back

when the rest of us were too busy flirting  

they were soaking in language 

songs 

teachings 

culture 

so that these kids could have it too.  

and so even though I went home to help 

I felt like they helped me more than I ever could them. 

love love my home. 

♡ ʕaḥusʔatḥ ♡

xo 

Oh you know just the usual blog posts here on foods and medicines.

Was so excited when Leigh from The Wild Botanicals had reached out to me requesting me to capture their Indigenous Foods Celebration

in their traditional territory of Skwxwú7mesh
. 

Some friends of mine have been organizing Annual  Indigenous Foods Gatherings too on the island for

about the last 10 years & lucky me has gotten to capture them all!  

So of course I was eager and excited to get to do so with this one too!

protocols, are always powerful and beautiful. 

we are all so very much the same with our own different languages. 

Something so very grounding about the beats of the drums, 

the sounds & songs that have been carried for generations. 

Had I not had cameras to hold,

my hands would have been on my heart. 

My eyes closed

& 

Heart wide open. 

I can only imagine the impact these gatherings will have on the next generations. 

thankfully there are some putting in the work.

asking, learning, trying their very best to ensure some of

these ways 

 & 

these foods

& 

their language 

somehow survive for those yet born. 

So many beauty products today are loaded with harmful ingredients 

so plants are how I care, cleanse, protect & moisturize my mug. 

So of course I"m all about adding that 

Indigenous Plant Knowledge into my daily beauty and self care rituals.

(pretty sure it started with my momma way back when as she was the queen of home remedies) 

As huge of a fan I am of these gatherings, 

I couldn't keep a plant alive if my life depended on it!!

just ask my son, he'll be the first to share how many have died on my watch :O 

To the trees 

that give us air to breathe 

 bark to wear

 roots to return to.

& places to pray. 

indigenous world wide 

share these teachings 

these values 

that respect. 

I always remember late Mary Hayes (Tla-o-qui-aht) whom I used to spend time with regularly years ago, 

used to say,

Even the trees have spirit. 

So maybe we're really spirits protecting and connecting with other spirits that are plants & trees. 

Either that or we're magic,

they're magic

or it's all magical?

either way, I'm a believer it in all!  

Then of course I freak out!   

Who are going to be the next 

magical medicine people? ! 

how are they preparing

to ensure our traditional medicines 

continue to heal.

Who will take over for her? 

Oh right... 

Them. 

They are being taught. 

Living and learning right now. 

so to the teachers that taught 

the learners that shared 

to the ones who spoke to their plants 

&

to the ones who believed

thank you Skwxwú7mesh
for receiving such sacred gifts

& for sharing them with us! 

just returned from a magical week on the beautiful lands of the Okanagan nation with the raddest group 

of peeps who took time out of their busy lives to talk about 

Preparing Our home. ~ Emergency Preparedness Planning. 

Ok, maybe you wondering what is Melody doing at such a thing? Just hold on, it'll come right after I brag about all this. 

Wow, I think I fell in love with their territory! I've been craving change lately & so there I was dreaming away

of living somewhere as welcoming as this felt. 

They have an amazing story, how their chief lifted their whole nation, read it here. 

I was blown away, he came a spoke at our nation but I missed it. So to see first hand & hear directly from his people

gave me so much hope for not only my nation, but all nations. 

We stayed at their Spirit Ridge Lodge & showZAS, it was so fancy! 

I'm not normally drawn to such fancy places but this place was different. 

I saw their language everywhere! 

I felt their culture very much alive.

& 

I heard pride in their voices. 

That to me is felt like some deep, solid roots of a very healthy, thriving community! 

So fancy or not, I definitely felt it. 

Their Nk'Mip desert cultural centre is right next to their resort, oh my god! 

All nations should have such visual pride & cultural connections!

Their land

Their stories. 

They are RICH and I'm not talking dollars!  I'm talking senses, all five of them (or however many we have!). 

 So there I was still visioning being a part of something as rich as this, 

then... 

Rattle snakes?! I never even realized we had them here. 

Bubble bursted. 

Ok, I can't live with rattle snakes. Melody you best stay on Nuu-chah-nulth home lands.

ok back to how the heck I end up at emergency preparedness gathering?! 

Well, a couple of years ago one of my friends (Sarah Robinson) shouts out my name to these guys

who host this workshop every year with youth on preparing their home.

Most of my life has been working with youth & their next gathering was in Ahousat so it seemed like 

it should have felt like a natural fit right?

Go home and teach youth, youth that don't know me &  I've never taught

photography before so to say I was hesitant and unsure was an understatement. 

I was scared shitless (sorry g'pa if you reading this). 

Me? Talk & Teach?

Ummm, I"ve been out of the field for a few years now so I wasn't really feeling eager or confident. 

 and These guys weren't exactly picking up my unwilling vibes,

if they weren't so persistent I'd have so bailed. 

BUT

that was the year I told myself, MELODY, this year you will 

step out of your comfort zone. 

So I went home, taught & actually loved it and

WA-LAH! 

here I was back at their same gathering that I tried running from the other year! 

So of course my presentation this year was on Indigenous languages and the connections they hold to land. 

Now I'd hope nobody here is wondering why that'd be an emergency right?! 

Ok, so this next generation. 

BOOM!

These guys have their communities so covered!

My god I wanted to bring them all home for show & tell for our youth here! 

This gathering is all about leadership for youth, lifting youth up into those roles in our communities but at younger ages. 

Preparing them. 

Inspiring them. 

Giving them a voice. 

Sharing their voices, experiences & skills. 

 And these guys, have education, skills and experiences to share! 

Wish I was as responsible & driven at their age! 

So anyone who's paying attention to global warming- climate change is aware of that's a pretty huge, urgent crisis. 

Lily, who organizes the gathering, her father from Russia has had life threatening

& life changing experiences over such topics & actions. 

He spoke in his language about the leadership Indigenous people have taken on for the planet. 

she, his daughter translated for us. 

It was beautiful & I was envious listening to such translations. 

WE got to hear so many stories, both sad & empowering on other nations & how they've handled 

and or struggled with emergencies in their communities. 

house fire stories were shared and scary and sadly preventable. 

I received a free fancy smoke alarm from First Nations Emergency BC at one of the  events I photographed. 

having a wood stove and after my own loss years ago, I don't mess around with life & take all prevention very seriously. 

So free & or affordable those alarms just seems like a no brainer necessity for all homes. 

 Hoping everyone is taking full advantage of free funding, prevention dollars and training opps cause they're there! 

The Wildfire Community has a Fire Smart Grant available right now, with forest fires hitting closer & closer to our homes here on the coast,

I sure hope communities and not just talking prevention but creating action plans & inviting & involving members of their community. 

Save The Children Canada also was spoken of highly & looks like they hiring right now, in case the helper in you needs employment with purpose

I've never been to such an intensely booked gathering before,

actually I have with Two Mann Studio's in Hawaii last year. 

it was pretty much 12 hours days for the week. 

each night cooking & meals were shared together. it felt like community & oh how  I've missed such feelings. 

WE were cooks the first night, so of course put the Ahousat's in charge of bread! 

There were youth from all across turtle island, of course we naturally drawn to the ones closest to us on the map. 

Heiltsuk. 

 When you in emergency situations every community needs someone who naturally takes charge. 

A good bossy women to whipper snapper everyone into place. 

She is all that, I even let her boss me around & I'm usually the bossy one. 

take a picture with the youngest & oldest she said. 

and by the way, I have a daughter just a little younger than your son. 

 because bringing back arranged marriages 

is an emergency too right?! 

Needless to say, I do believe we as First Nations all share the same slightly twisted sense of humour. 

So being ocean people, watching everyone carve their paddle 

& reflecting on all the losses we've had recently here on the coast 

has made me rethink 

ocean safety. 

All the tsunami warnings we've had & that last one though!

Felt like straight up out of a movie scene, that was scary as heck!

Was I ready? NO!

I mean there's always in my purse:

some sage,

 light snacks,

multipurpose tool, 

water 

and

a blanket in my truck 

but that's it & that would most likely last me only a few hours so clearly I have some preparing myself to do.

Anytime we get on the water here, whether that be stand up paddling, kayaking, or fishing. 

We definitely are not too cool to wear life jackets! 

It'd be really nice to start seeing our local First Nation communities wearing them in their daily commutes. 

Or maybe everyone already is? I haven't been home (Ahousat)  in forever so woo hoo they on it already! 

Regardless, it was so nice to explore the territories of the Oakagan Nation. 

To share stories & space with such a powerful, inspiring group. 

cause nothing beats that feeling when you connect with others

who are walking the same path. 

who get it, beyond systems

who are leading in their communities. 

preparing their homes 

& 

lifting their people.

because to me, it matters what kind of world will be left for him & maybe one day his. 

in the mean time, if our youth are connected to programs like : 

Indigenous Climate Action 

Student Energy 

&

Cuystwi 

They'll be just fine. 

Actually,

I think they'll do far better than we have! 

is your home ready?! 

Is your kit ready? 

Not sure how long I've been attending Hobiyee, but I remember I was craving a cultural fix maybe five -ish years ago? I was extremely grateful a friend had told me about this traditional New Years celebration that the Northern nations hosted in Vancouver. My first year I went I was so moved, wow. I remember having this big lump in my throat watching so many brown beings beaming through culture. 

I mean, don't get me wrong, we have it here too & it's just as beautiFUL. I think I was just craving new, something in me was ready to explore other cultures, to hear songs I'd never heard before and to see dances I'd never seen.

To crave something you've never seen or heard before,

was almost like Hobiyee called me. 

Ok so after my long ramble how I need new, of course I plan my whole schedule around Ahousat performance.

I love my home &  my people and it doesn't matter how many times I've heard or seen the songs & dances from home,

I'll always be drawn to them. 

Though this image of these two isn't focussed, I still love it.

It amazes to think about what they've survived,

what they lost,

&

what they've hung onto. 

So grateful for them, even though they've lived

away from home most of their lives

they've somehow kept the

songs,

dances,

language

& our ways

alive while living in cities. 

I couldn't ever imagine living away from home lands & what that must feel like

but I can't help but think about the Friendship Centers that

hold those home spaces,

filled with community,

healing and culture. 

It was Ahousat's second year at Hobiyee and I was so happy to see the group grow. 

Wow, that takes commitment and leadership! 

Of course I"m always drawn to the circle, thankfully most Ahousat's still remember me enough to know that I am one of them. 

Therefore to middle I went confidently! 

No time for language lessons with these two, though I'd love to ask them about our own version of Hobiyee! 

To be born into this. 

Knowing this is exactly where you've always been and belong. 

Not everyone knows this. 

To the north! 

Githayetsk ,  if you've not heard of them, they are one of the most powerful, inspiring Indigenous story tellers! 

Miquel Dangeli, is a poweRHER house living & breathing, language full time! 

I'm always drawn to the teachers, learners & those living our Indigenous languages. 

Githayetsk
 it doesn't matter how many times I've seen them, it never gets old. 

Wal_aks, I've yet to hang out with him outside of instagram 

BUT 

he's on my must hang out with list. 

I love his story telling as well, they way he explains Hobiyee,

I could listen to over and over. 

He always remind me of an elder or old soul.

Those stories and traditions will fuel the unborn. 

To watch this father & son always make me wonder...

Do they know exactly how blessed & rich they are? 

What some son's would give to have this. 

I know, they know though.  

Then there's the Kwakwakawakw ! 

Their songs have an energy all their own. 

I've had the honour of sharing sacred spaces with a few Kwakwakawakw lately. 

Hearing parts of their stories. 

Their survivals. 

Their rebirths. 

Have given me so much hope

for those still awaiting their 

new lives that are really 

just their old lives

calling them back 
 

So maybe we all come to Hobiyee

to rebirth 

and or 

retell the same stories  

That our ancestors have told since the very beginning.  

Our lives will always 

revolve around

the Moon 

the stars 

ceremony 

& 

harvests. 

Always. 

So we'll never end.

They'll always be new stories 

Old Teachings 

Same songs 

Different dances. 

Speaking of, 

I tried to video record this song with my camera. 

It was an epic fail 

My camera was too heavy 

My arms were too weak. 

Plus I couldn't keep still long enough. 

My body wanted to dance 

&

My voice wanted to sing. 

I've only replayed this

about 100 times. 

So,  Thank you Hobiyee for refuelling my spirit. 

For reminding us to continue 

Praying 

Singing

Dancing

Learning

&

speaking

Our Languages. 

HARVEST LIFE. 

MY BROTHER HAD GONE OUT HOME USE FISHING THE OTHER DAY. IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL WARM OCTOBER DAY & I WAS REALLY SAD THAT I MISSED IT. I WALKED AROUND MY HOME POUTING, REALLY BUMMED. IT WAS THE END OF THE WORLD & I DID NOT WANT TO WAIT A WHOLE OTHER YEAR TO GET OUT WITH HIM AGAIN FOR THIS ANNUAL EVENT.

THEN HE MESSAGED ME ON INSTAGRAM AND TOLD ME HE'D BE GOING AGAIN THE FOLLOWING DAY AT 6 A.M. 

I WAS LIKE A LITTLE KID EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS, I COULDN'T SLEEP & WAS BRIGHT EYED AND BUSHY TAILED AT 5 A.M. EAGER TO GO! 

MY FREIND KENNY BROWN OFFERED TO PICK ME UP IN TOFINO, 

THE OCEAN WAS GLASS & ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS,

THIS IS MY HOME. 

THIS IS WHERE I BELONG.

HAVING THOUGHTS OF MOVING AWAY LATELY AND THIS WAS A PERFECT REMINDER OF WHY I'VE STAYED.

I AM NUU-CHAH-NULTH,

I AM AHOUSAT,

AHOUSAT IS ME & EVERY TIME I AM HOME OR WITH PEOPLE  FROM HOME, 

I AM REMINDED OF HOW LOVED I AM.

& HOW MUCH MORE FUN LIFE IS WHEN AM WITH THEM THERE. 

I'VE BEEN GONE FROM HOME MORE THAN HALF MY LIFE NOW & SOMETIMES FORGET THESE SIMPLE IMPORTANT THINGS.

  MY BROTHER & I CHECK IN EVERY WEEK, ALWAYS MAKES MY DAY. 

EVERY LITTLE THING IS FUNNIER WITH AHOUSAT'S.  LISTENING TO THESE GUYS HAD ME SMILING & SHAKING MY HEAD ALL DAY :) 

OH THE STORIES THESE GUYS TOLD, INDIGENOUS COMEDIANS I TELL YA!
LAUGH & WORK. WORK & LAUGH SOME MORE. 

THE MOMENTS OF SILENCE AND STILLNESS WERE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN ALL THE LAUGHTER, BUT WOW.

TOO BAD I GOT SO SEA SICK THE OTHER YEAR OUT FISHING OTHERWISE I WOULDA BEEN A FISHER WOMEN BY NOW! 

BUT NO, I WAS SO HURLED OVER THAT I NEVER GOT ONE SINGLE FISH OR PHOTO!  

NOT ALL SALMON WERE TAKEN HOME, A FEW WERE RELEASED. THEY HANDED ME ONE TO RELEASE AND I FELT LIKE A SALMON SAVER!

EVEN THOUGH HALF OF ME WANTED TO TAKE IT HOME AND CHOP IT'S HEAD OFF AND EAT IT'S UNBORN BABIES (EGGS) & BOIL IT'S BELLY

(GAWD MELODY). 

BUT IT HAPPILY SWAM AWAY, PROBABLY TRAUMATIZED BUT ALIVE. 

NOBODY GETS PAID, THEY ALL JUST GATHER AND VOLUNTEER AND HARVEST FOR THEIR FAMILIES AND COMMUNITY. 

AGAIN HAVING BEEN AWAY FROM HOME FOR SO LONG, REALIZING AND KNOWING THAT NOT EVERY COMMUNITY HAS THIS ANYMORE.

SADLY IT WASN'T UNTIL I LEFT HOME THAT I APPRECIATED THESE THINGS I'D TAKEN SO VERY FOR GRANTED. 

LANGUAGE LOVER HERE RECENTLY ASKED HOW ONE OR WE WOULD SAY, 

WE ARE OCEAN PEOPLE. 

THOUGH THERE IS NO DIRECT TRANSLATION (EVER),

Tup̓ałʔatḥ 

WAS THE CLOSEST I FELT I UNDERSTOOD. 

THAT LIGHT & THIS LIFE THOUGH. 

♡

THANK YOU BRO CROW, KENNY DUBE BROWN, MIKE, FRIES, ROB AND ROD FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE YA. 

WISH I WERE HOME CAPTURING ALL THE BLOOD, GUTS, STICKS & SMOKE AS THESE FISH MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE SMOKE HOUSE. 

BUT THE CITY CALLS FOR WORK & I MUST ANSWER. 

Just returned from one extremely magical week off grid with a small group of us who are learning our language.  No bathrooms, no wifi, no telephones, no water running from taps & no docks to unload onto. Something extremely magical about returning to the land this way, with zero interruptions. It made living the language that much louder in all that silence. Presence, such a gift.   

Grandpa picked us up in his finest limo, oh how I loved his home. HOOKSUM, Where his only neighbours he has are the salmon that swim up the river, the bears that visit that river & the killer whales that randomly stop in to also snack on the salmon. Wow, I felt my heart beating being there. Very much alive, present, calm, collected & peaceful.  There were no million lists running through my head, I felt no need to rush anywhere and was simply being. After all we all called human beings, not human 'doings'.  My grandfather runs a camp in the summer for youth, called Hooksum Outdoor School. Off grid far away from it all, a place where one goes & rediscovers ones self. Exactly what I needed.
A week with two soft, kind, funny, Nuuchahnulth speakers, on the land, with a few others who've made it their priority to keep this language alive. OH MY GOD, just leave me here forever. Nothing more magical than this for me, fires crackling, stories shared in Nuuchanulth & traditional teachings. BLISS, pure bliss.   It's an amazing feeling to only say yes to things that fuel you spiritually. To sit in circle with no one staring at a phone or a screen, where everyone is fully present. That's a rare in today's world and such a simple gift. Time & presence, when together, ooooooo AND dare to add silence, that's what I call connection!  When it’s back to school & you take your kids out for a week to their ancestral lands, to surround them with their traditional teachings & our living languages, that’s what we call teaching & learning. . At first we thought about not going because of school, but we’re 💯 certain that the experiences & teachings they were exposed to here will take them further & deeper than  those few missed classes. So grateful to have friends raising their families with the same values. Slight rebels, just keeping alive a language we should have been born speaking.    💥✊🏽💥     Wiksii witsah. Gonna storm. It rained pretty much the entire week there, but when you inside a cozy traditional long house, sitting by the fire, surrounded by family, listening to elders share legends in our language, that’s no storm in our hearts. . We paddled in the rain, my friend singing her kakawin song in the language, our elder paddling along side us & our friends just behind us kayaking.  I had just asked what our word for magical was when this huge splash crashed right behind us. I see this what I thought was a seal thrown up into the sky & immediately thought, “National Geographic, not today! My cards are full, my batteries have died, I don’t have my right camera or lens & I’m too scared to document THIS!”. . It was a breaching momma orca & two brand new babies dancing in thin air! Our elder on one side of us in canoe, our friends in kayaks on other side & this kakawin family in the middle of us, modelling, showing off their salmon dinner that we were dreaming of.   It was THE most surreal thing I’ve ever witnessed! The power of nature, that spiritual & very sacred connection took my breathe away. So of course I didn’t want to come back to civilization, cyber, people, phones & english!  Storms, rain, & clouds, the kids were on the beach the entire time. Laughing, making up their own games. Using their imaginations & semi interested in capturing light though lenses (photography).  In between the fires, storms, stories and songs were silent moments, staring off into dancing skies.  I   If I had a favourite phrase from the week, this was it.  Wiki ʔukʷačił haptaa ~ Don't hide from yourself.  So many wearing masks,  covering up with noise, hiding from their pain, fear of being alone & fear of feeling.  Being in these sacred places, ancestral lands,  felt natural to return to nature. To home. To self.      ʔušy̓aksiiƛeic to my friend, who is really my auntie but I call her tluutsma (women) for inviting us to your home lands & sharing such precious gifts with us. For being such an inspiration, for speaking, teaching, learning, sharing & living our language.  I envision being an elder one day sharing crazy stories in the language with her, just as our grandmothers did with each other.  xo      If you still reading and STILL interested, you deserve some kind of special prize but I'm a minimalist wanna be so here are just some samples of my amateur video making skills. I know,  I need one of those fancy balancing things that DJI makes & a course in documentary filming :)   Part of me wants to apologize for this long post BUT I won't. It's just me in love with everything that makes us who we are as brown beautiful beings.   Spiritual Sacred.  Srong

SO THANK YOU TSAWOUT FOR HOSTING US ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL LAND,

WOW, I THINK I KIND OF FELL IN LOVE YOUR HOME, YOUR PEOPLE AND YOUR LANGUAGE. 

WE WERE WELCOMED BY THESE KIDS WHO STOPPED ME DEAD IN MY TRACKS. THEY'VE BEEN IN IMMERSION SCHOOL SINCE THEY WERE IN PRESCHOOL, FULL ON LEARNING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE!  AS A LANGUAGE LOVER - LEARNER, I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH THING, TO SEE First Nation KIDS SPEAKING THEIR OWN LANGUAGE BLEW ME BACK TO PLACES I'VE ONLY DREAMT OF! 

IT GAVE ME SUCH HOPE TO KEEP DREAMING!! 

OK BACK TO FOOD POST HERE. .. 

OF COURSE, ALWAYS DRAWN TO ELDERS. IT WAS SUCH A PLEASURE TO SIT AND SPEND TIME WTH THIS TEACHER & HEAR HIS STORIES OF RESILIENCE. 

TO FEEL HIS LANGUAGE IN MY HEART AS HE SHARED AROUND THE FIRE. 

I WILL BE SEMI STAKING HIM MY NEXT TRIPS DOWN THAT'S FOR SURE! 

THE OCEAN, YOUR FRONT YARD, YOUR GARDEN, YOUR GROCERY STORE.

I'D BEEN INTO TSAWOUT COMMUNITY BEFORE TO PHOTOGRAPH OTHER EVENTS BUT I'D NEVER BEEN HERE TO THEIR FRONT YARD. WOW.

I LOVE HOW AS INDIGENOUS PEOPLE'S WE'RE ALL CONNECTED, HIS LATE BROTHER WAS MY BEST FREIND'S HUSBAND, IT WAS KIND OF LIKE SEEING MATT AGAIN, THANK YOU FOR SHARING HIM AND YOUR HOME. 

TOOTSUP, NOTHING LIKE SEEING OUR ELDERS SLURPING THESE TREATS!

AND WHO COULD RESIST SOME FIR TIP LIP BALM? MY FRIEND FIONA HAS BEEN MAKING MEDICINE FOR SOME TIME AND I'VE BEEN DYING TO WITNESS AND CAPTURE THIS MAGIC MAKING!

THE TREES HAVE OFFICIALLY KISSED OUR LIPS! 

THIS NEXT GENERATION THOUGH, ONE DAY THEY WILL BE LEADING THEIR FRIENDS BACK TO THIS.

WAS SO LOVELY TO FINALLY MEET 'WILD ABOUT PLANTS' (INSTAGRAM) & HER SON. 

NOT TOO MANY KIDS KNOW THEIR PLANTS TODAY, OR ARE EVEN CONNECTED OUT THE DOOR PLAYING OUT ANYMORE.

SO TO THE FEW WHO ARE BEING DRAGGED OUT BY THEIR PARENTS AND TAUGHT, YOU ROCK STARS IN MY BOOKS! 

RETHINK YOUR DRINK.

AS A CHILD MY MOTHER NEVER ALLOWED US POP OR SUGARY STUFF, SO THANKFULLY I'VE NEVER HAD THAT ADDICTION NOR WILL MY CHILD. 

NORMALLY OUR HERRING ARE IN SMOKE HOUSES SO THIS WAS NEW AND VERY DIFFERENT :) 

I DONT' REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME I MET HER, BUT SHE'S A MOVER AND A SHAKER & I LOVE HER AND HER MOVEMENT AND HOW SHE SHAKES! 

MY FREIND FIONA WORKS FOR VIHA AND HAS BEEN RAISING NUTRITION AWARENESS FOR A NUMBER OF YEARS IN OUR COMMUNITIES, HELPING US RECLAIM OUR FOODS, OUR MEDICINES & OUR WAYS REALLY.

SHE IS A HUGE PART OF WHY WE GATHERING ANNUALLY AROUND FOODS & MEDICINES & I FOR THIS I LOVE HER SO! 

I'VE NEVER HEARD OF THE SHOW MOOSEMEAT & MARMALADE ON APTN, WELL PROBABLY BECAUSE I HAVEN'T HAD CABLE IN 7 YEARS BUT THIS IS ART (LEFT) AND THAT IS HIS SHOW. ASSUMING IF MY FRIENDS ARE WATCHING IT THAT IT MUST BE PRETTY HASHILTHSA (INTERESTING) :) 

SO ALL MY FRIENDS ARE FOODIE'S TOO & THEY'VE BEEN BONE BROTH'ING FOR A FEW YEARS NOW. I'M A VEGAN WANNA BE AND RED MEAT IS PRETTY RARE IN THIS HOUSE, MAYBE ONCE A YEAR WE MIGHT BISON SO I'M NOT SURE HOW I'D BONE BROTH BUT IT WAS REALLY GOOD AND I'D IMAGINE IT'S RIGHT UP WITH THE SUPER FOODS! I THINK I'M TRY FISH BONE BROTH INSTEAD OF SCRAPING THE BONES TO THE POOCHES! 

ELDERS, TRADITIONAL FOODS, INDIGENOUS LANGUAGES =  PURE BLISS! 

THIS SIGN, THEIR LANGUAGE, THEIR FOODS, SO BEAUTIFULLY DISPLAYED ON THEIR TERRITORY IN THEIR 13 MOON CALENDAR. 

WOW, SO MUCH ADMIRATION AND RESPECT FOR THE TEACHINGS, THE ELDERS, THE LAND & THE LANGUAGE. 

ʔušy̓aksiiƛeic TSAWOUT FOR SHARING YOUR FOOD, YOUR MEDICINE, YOUR TEACHINGS & YOUR LANGUAGE. 

WE LEFT WITH FULL BELLY'S, OUR SPIRITS LIFTED & OUR HEARTS CENTRED. 

XO 

AS MUCH AS I LOVE WINTER & THE COZINESS IT BRINGS, I LOVE THE RETURN OF THE LIGHT & WARMTH THAT GETS EVERYONE BACK OUT. WYA IS OUR GO TO HIDDEN GEM, WE'RE OFTEN THERE ALONE BUT NOW HAPPILY SHARING IT WITH MY NIECE WHO JUST MOVED BACK HOME FROM THE CITY WITH HER TRIBE. 

THERE IS NOTHING LIKE SEEING KIDS BE KIDS & PLAYING WITH ORIGINAL PLAYSTATIONS! SO MANY KIDS (& ADULTS) CONNECTED TO SCREENS THESE DAYS, SO WHEN I SEE THIS, I KIND OF LOVE IT!!

BECAUSE CHILDHOOD MEMORIES ARE NEVER TV SHOWS OR IN NINTENDO'S, THEY ARE HERE IN THESE MOMENTS. 

MANY OF OUR FIRST NATION ELDERS HAVE SHARED ABOUT HOW SPECIAL THESE PLACES ARE IN OUR TRADITIONAL TERRITORIES, WHERE THEY TOO ONCE PLAYED AS CHILDREN,

SO OF COURSE, OUR CHILDREN TOO SHOULD KNOW THESE PLAYGROUNDS & GET TO SHARE THOSE MEMORIES. 

REGARDLESS OF HOW OLD OUR CHILDREN ARE, NEVER TOO OLD TO PLAY OUT, TO SLEEP ON THE BEACH & SWIM IN THE OCEAN.

SO GRATEFUL I HAVE A NIECE WHO SHARES THESE SAME VALUES. ALWAYS WANTING OUR KIDS TO HAVE EVERYTHING WE HAD. 

SHE'S MAKES HOME FEEL LIKE HOME AGAIN. XO 

OH BY THE WAY AUNTIE, CAN YOU TAKE OUR PICTURES AND CHIP IN $ FOR THE FLIGHT. 

YOU KNOW NEPHEW, NORMALLY PEOPLE PAY AUNTIE TO TAKE THEIR PICTURES, YOU DO KNOW THIS RIGHT?

WHO AM I KIDDING, I LOVE ANY CHANCE I CAN GET UP AND OUT WITH ATLEO AIR.

THE VIEWS ALWAYS TAKE ME TO PLACES INSIDE MYSELF THAT I SOMETIMES FORGET ARE THERE. 

WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ALWAYS FOUND IT STRANGE HOW FASCINATED VISITORS WERE WHEN THEY CAME. 

IT WASN'T UNTIL I LEFT HOME AND BEGAN TRAVELLING THAT I UNDERSTOOD THAT FASCINATION. 
SO I'M GRATEFUL THAT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THE FAMILY RUNNING AROUND CHASING LIGHT. 
BECAUSE YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY OF THESE. 
OR THESE LIGHT CHASERS :)