Jachshabadow (Early Riser)
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Learning from my friend, Ronnie Rupert, how to set a beaver trap, 2020
There’s a place where peace and quiet is abundant. A place that one can learn from and enjoy from the comfort of a miichuwhap from sunrise to sunset, and into the night.
I am going to share with you the secrets of the bush life. Being alone in the bush, you will hear if you listen. The answers will only come to those who learn to hear. Be still and listen to the sound of the wind and river, talk to the trees and everything around that touches Mother Nature. As I go check rabbit snares, traps, get water by the river, and chop wood, distractions disappear. You are connected but not to the Internet. Although you must have a bush radio at all times for communication with friends and family, and when listing to weather reports, and for any emergency calls. At the beginning of the day, or before I get myself busy, I start off making a campfire. I love making fire and I really enjoy hearing the fire crackle. The sounds of the wood burning makes me find hope of another good day and relaxes the mind.
Every early morning, I hear birds chirping, happily singing to Mother earth and I thank God for another day. At night, I step outside of the miichuwhap (Tiipii) listening to the songs of frogs and river current, claims me. Nothing is more peaceful than being out on the land.
Birds and frogs forecast each day. If the morning bird doesn't finish its song, you’ll know rain is on the horizon. When frogs chant through the night, rain is upcoming. My late grandpa, William Ratt, once said, “The land is school, the land is science.” He knew about the weather, just by reading the skies.
In the miichuwhap, the smell of the bows that carpet the floor pleasure my nostrils. The smoke that cloaks my attire gives me a sense belonging. Low flying geese call out to my heart. Sometimes I run out just to see the sight and greet them, “Wachiya” (hello).
My teachings have always taught me to give thanks to what you hunt and to only shoot on what you need. This honours our creator and ensures prosperity.
My Late grandpa once said:
"The land is school, the land is science."
"It is the white man who has the money, and on the other hand Indian has the land. The white men will always have the money and will always want the land."
He was a wise Cree hunter.
- Cree Hunter - William Ratt - Fort George
Life is best when you're out in the land.
Every early morning, I hear birds chirping, happily singing to Mother earth and I thank God for another day. At night, I step outside of the miichuwhap (tiipii) listening to the songs of frogs and river current, claims me. Nothing is more peaceful than being out on the land.
The first time I ever went out with my brother and I met the little rascals (friends). All of them had bicycles except me. I started with running before I owned a bicycle.
I ran with my two little legs cluster to cluster.
That is how much I loved to explore.
My favorite age was around the time before online games and Internet existed in the community.
My brother and I would always explore like that on the pic, playing with ashes.
What the Sturgeon Told Me (2007)
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