I find myself wanting to eat some acorn mush in celebration of Indigenous Peoples’ Day though I’ll probably pass. I live on Coast Miwok land, and I’m grateful for its sanctuary, its feeling of bounty and peace.
We’re now learning that humans may have arrived in North America at least 20,000 years ago, 5000 years earlier than previously believed. We’re also learning that they came by boat as well as foot, so they traveled down the “Kelp Highway” abundantly sustained by resources along the coast.
I’m visualizing their travels even as I celebrate that it’s also Thanksgiving Day in Canada. The earliest recorded Canadian Thanksgiving dates back to 1578, well before the Pilgrims and the Native Americans feasted at Plymouth in 1621.
Canada sits above us and leads the way.
Yesterday I read Jill Ker Conway’s book, The Road from Coorain. Born in 1934, she went from birth on her parents’ thirty thousand acre sheep station in the Australian outback to become the first woman president of Smith College in Massachusetts. She was seven before she saw her first girl child, and eight when she was herding sheep from horseback.
Influenced by the land on which she lived, she writes “It is hard to imagine a kookaburra feeding St. Jerome or accompanying St. Francis. They belong to a physical and spiritual landscape which is outside the imagination of the Christian West.”
She also delves into Britain’s rule of and influence on a country that was first inhabited by Aboriginal people between 40,000 and 70,000 years ago. On Wikipedia, I read that “their artistic, musical, and spiritual traditions are among the longest surviving such traditions in human history.”
It’s a day to celebrate the richness of the past, the diversity, and how we now open in abundance and generosity to bring forth and recognize the bud and bloom of all that is here, this moment so precious, this moment explored and shared.