the oolichan dream
Last night, I dreamt of a new cousin, young and handsome, full of life. He came to visit as we were settling down for the night, and he asked if we had any fish for supper. In that moment, I remembered my grandfather and his teachings about respecting all spirits. He would share stories with me, always speaking in a way that connected our past to the present. My elders are always there, guiding me with their wisdom, reminding me of our traditions and the importance of our connections. My grandfather, Auto Moto, always had soup simmering on the stove, and he would feed his huskies first, for they were the protectors of our family. Many think that Aboriginal spirituality requires Fire and Lightning, but the truth is, it is woven into our very being, passed down through generations. It flows in our blood, teaching us to respect all spirits, all forms of life, and especially our Mothers. I took a moment to reflect, and then I remembered I had oolichans in the freezer. I rushed to get...