Celebrating the Fall Equinox - the Indigenous way.

Tracey Whiteye

Tracey Whiteye

On September 21, we and about 50 others had the distinct pleasure and privilege to celebrate the Fall Equinox by walking a spiritual journey around Victoria Park in London, ON, led by Tracey Whiteye, a local Indigenous Woman helper and a second-generation survivor of a mother who had been in a residential school.

Tracey's infectious way of engaging us with Creator in expressing gratitude for all of creation was both respectful and so down to earth.

We gathered in a circle around Tracey's Indigenous bundle representing the ancestors.   A Metis helper woman placed four strawberries, the "heart" berry, in the four directions on the bundle.  A woman residential school survivor was there and was so gratefully and gracefully acknowledged by Tracey.

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Tracey went on to thank Creator for the Water which was carried by another Metis helper woman.

Water is life for us, she went on to say and stressed its importance when we are firstborn.  It was especially meaningful when she and others of us who knew it, sang the water song together.

What struck me was how she prayed the ceremony, honoring the four directions, the stages of growth through which we all travel, all the while, walking us through those four directions.

May WE, settler folk continue to be gifted by women like Tracey who invite us into their sacred spaces.  This truly was a sacred encounter of Creator through the experience of being together in a circle in the beginning and ending with the circle formation.  We are all equal by being invited into the Circle.

Let's live that belief in our lives, as Tracey shows us.

 - Sister Kathleen Lichti, CSJ

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The Who/What/Why of our Walk:

A spiritual journey around Victoria Park led by Tracey Whiteye

WHY

  • to connect us all and future generations to the land that belongs to the Creator;

  • to launch Greening Sacred Spaces (London); and

  • to support and advance the City of London’s Climate Emergency Action Plan.

WHO

  • led M. Tracey Whiteye, Oshkaabewis Kwe, which means a woman helper or

    messenger in Objibwe language. Tracey is a wholistic practitioner, researcher

    and educator.

WHAT

  • honour mother earth and future generations with story telling, songs and

    prayers

  • share the water ceremony

  • to honour the four directions around the sacred fire;

  • engage the sacred bundles and other indigenous women who are Berry Fasters;

  • announce the new Greening Sacred Spaces initiative

and to announce the call for submissions for two x $500 Climate Action London grants, which address London’s Climate Emergency Action Plan and aligns with the Global Sustainable Development Goals.

“It’s education that got

us into this mess.

It’s education that

will get us out of it.”
— (Ret.) Senator Murray Sinclair, Chair of the TRC, 2015

Weekly Pause and Ponder

Weekly Pause and Ponder

There is no map for the landscape of loss, no established itinerary, no cosmic checklist, where each item ticked off gets you closer to success. You cannot succeed in mourning your loved ones. You cannot fail. Nor is grief a malady like the flu. You will not get over it. You will only come to integrate your loss… The death of a beloved is an amputation. You find a new center of gravity, but the limb does not grow back.

Richard Rohr.

No News but Bad News

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This has been a summer like none other. The world is full of doom, destruction, and agony given to us in living color, compliments of the media.  Most evenings, as I tiptoe to the tv and gingerly tune in to CBC’s The National, I ask myself, “Why am I doing this”?  As much as I want to learn what’s happening in our world, usually, I shield my eyes from the plethora of horrors unfolding on the screen.  By now, we know the routine by heart.  Hundreds of forest fires are blazing across Canada, the United States, and parts of Europe.  Floods rampage through cities and towns. Haiti is torn apart by earthquakes. Tornados blitz the Florida coast.  The fourth wave of the global pandemic is rearing its destructive head.  To add insult to injury, Prime Minister Trudeau has called a federal election for September 20th, seemingly oblivious to the fact that neither disgruntled Canadians nor screaming opposition parties want to go to the polls.

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Lately, to save my sanity, I’ve been turning off the nightly litany of a world falling apart at its seams.  I hear myself sighing, “Where are you, God”?  In the silence, the answer appears.  “I’m right here beside you; I am with you always”. Always?  Yes, God always is living in us, beside us, and among us, even amidst the devastation we humans have created.  My faith tells me that this is true, and I believe it, but the road ahead looks ominous.

God always is living in us, beside us, and among us, even amidst the devastation we humans have created

We don’t need to spend our time looking back to why the world has arrived at this juncture.  What we need is for the governments of the world and rich countries to lay down their arms and stop the proliferation of weapons. Furthermore, we need people to live simply in harmony with Mother Nature to counteract climate change.  Until then, we’ll muddle along until we learn to subdue our great big egos which urge us to be something, to know something, and to have everything.

-Sister Jean Moylan, csj

Celebrating Our Grandparents and Elders

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Celebrating Our Grandparents and Elders

In 1969, a 9-year-old boy wrote to President Richard Nixon asking the President to consider naming one day a year to celebrate grandparents.  The idea from this youngster took another 8 years before the US Senate signed legislation into law proclaiming that the First Sunday after Labor Day would be known as National Grandparents Day.

In January 2021, Pope Francis established a World Wide Day to honor and recognize grandparents and the elderly. This day will take place yearly on the 4th Sunday in July close to the Feast Day of St Anne and St. Joachim, the grandparents of Jesus.   Pope Francis, in establishing this day, wanted to remind all of us of the role that our grandparents and elders have played in helping each of us develop into mature adults.

hearing the words “I love you” seemingly for no reason at all

Having a chance recently to ask some friends and family members who are grandparents “what is the best thing about being a “Nana or Papa” – “a Nona or Nonno”  - “a grandma or granddad?”  All of them said, “it was the best time in their lives and sometimes it was one of the most difficult.”  The best times included sleepovers;  cheering on the grandkids at baseball and hockey games; cooking their favorite foods which included lots of ice cream and pizza;  playing laser tag (and letting them win); as well as receiving spontaneous hugs and hearing the words “I love you” seemingly for no reason at all but just for being present.

Some of the difficult times came when hurts were expressed from not being included in a game at school;  being bullied in the schoolyard or on the ice rink – and as the grandparent, we needed to offer words of encouragement and show examples of treating those who hurt them with kindness.  Other times came when they were confronted by an unexpected family breakdown and as a grandparent being called to listen to the feelings of confusion as they were expressed; being there when sudden death came of a pet or a sibling or another grown up.  “We just did not want our grandkids to suffer hurts or sadness so, as their Nana and Papa, we wanted to take the hurt away as best as we could.”

Angels cannot be everywhere and that is why God created grandparents

I noticed a small plaque on the side table at the home of a friend.  It reads: “Angels cannot be everywhere and that is why God created grandparents.”  In listening to her grandchildren – actually teenagers now - who have come through the days of childhood - talking about their jobs, their girlfriends/boyfriends, and their new interests brought a smile to the face of the “esteemed grandparent who could proudly claim ‘I had something to do with this person – and WOW did I do a great job!”

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The flower named to honor our grandparents and elders is the Forget-me-Not.   A rather appropriate flower to recall and remember times with our grandparents and the elders in our families as we celebrate their day on September 12, 2021. 

-Sister Ann MacDonald, CSJ