Things I am mindful of

My small group and I met today and read this week’s reading. As usual, we all found the author’s words to be thought-provoking and resonating. Vivienne Simon’s words, we found, permeated our lives. We were able to connect her words to Facebook, to meaningful food, to the purpose of everyday life, and to what makes us work every day. Kerstyn, Tiff, Alyssa, and Leslie, you are all so awesome and I am so honoured to ahve you guys shre your great insights with me every week.

I loved that Simon put a great focus on individual efforts. I cannot change the world, I can only affect my actions. That is a constantly much-needed reminder. Although it may be frustrating or even devastating to have conversations where people are clearly not seeing things the way I believe they should be seeing it, their mindsets are out of my hands. I simply need to work towards making sure that my beliefs, my spirit, and my positivity is still there, motivating me to put my thoughts into actions.

So what am I mindful of?

I am mindful of the land, of course, now more so than ever. I am mindful of the things it produces, things that nurture me. I am mindful of the things I get from the land: energy, food, guidance. I am mindful of the incredible ability for the land to produce, I am mindful of its ability to graciously forgive, lest forget.

I am also mindful of the possibly irreversible damages we are doing to the land, as Simon mentioned. I am mindful of the depletion of resources, the forced, impossible productivity, the fact that we are slowly destroying the land to be independently be all the things it can be. I am mindful of the poisoning we do to the land. I am mindful of the horrendous things we pump into the land without considering the consequences.

Tying in last week’s talk given by Don with this week’s reading, I am mindful of the fear I feel for our land. I fear my inability to survive off the land. I fear the land’s ability to survive off of itself. I fear peak oil, I fear our tampering with the things the land produced, I fear the finite source of water, I fear the demise of “true” agriculture.

But at the end of the day, I remind myself that I can control my actions. And in this mystery of the stars, suns, and universe, I can choose to be more mindful of my actions and make sure they are as honest and positive to the land as I can make it. I am mindful that there are people, like those in the Spirit of the Land course, who have their own minds full of incredible, striking thoughts. I am mindful that, as cheesy as it is, the sun will rise above the land every day, the waters will still flow, the flowers will still blossom, and I will still be able to breathe, love, and be inspired every day.

I am mindful, I am fearful, and I am thankful.

The Feminist Significance of Idle No More

This is a blog post I wrote earlier this year for a feminist group in New York I write casually for. Janice’s visit reignited my interest in the Idle No More movement and I remembered that Leslie has asked me to post this a while ago.
First, a little reflection on Janice’s talk- I went to the talk she gave last semester, when the theme for the year was resilience. Idle No More seems to be just that. Resilient. Despite the struggles and the backlash(some that I analyze in this post and some, like the death threats, that Janice mentioned), the passion of the movement continues. Listening to her this time reminded me of this year’s theme: progress. Moving forward. Improving things. October 7th.
When Janice said, “Treaty agreements are one of the only things left to prevent the government from being completely destructive,” I think it summed up the purpose of Idle No More. Without the resistance, questioning, and the responsibility Idle No More provides to the current Canadian government, so much of our beautiful nation- the land, the democracy, the culture, the rights of the people- would be destroyed. It is such a beautiful, crucial movement, and I’m so glad we get to hear from Janice and Sylvia.
My post tries to view parts of Idle No More through a feminist lens. It’s a few months old now and I wish I could rewrite it and add some of my new thoughts. Maybe when I’m not so busy!
Here it is:

In November 2012, four women began a movement in protest of the Canadian government’s policies regarding treaty rights and environmental laws. These women, Nina Wilson, Sheelah Mclean, Sylvia McAdam and Jessica Gordon were the sparks that ignited the Idle No More movement, which has gained momentum and solidarity worldwide.
As a resident of Saskatchewan,where the movement first began, and a woman of colour, I have supported this movement from its beginning, which began with small, local protests and rallies, as well as workshops held by the founding women and like-minded people. The movement was a response to the Canadian Conservative government’s introduction of Bill C-45, which, among budget laws, included laws that stripped treaty rights and ripped away environmental protection.
The protests grew in size and began spreading across Canada and in parts of the United States. Soon, people from all over the world, including indigenous* people from various parts of the globe, expressed great support and solidarity. Flash round dances, speaker events, and bigger rallies began being organized and the grassroots movement grew into something international. What I found remarkable as I watched the movement take flight was the connectedness of oppressed people all over the globe– the photos of signs held in solidarity were sent in from Afghanistan, Japan, England, and countless other nations from people of all backgrounds. There was an immense amount of solidarity expressed for indigenous people of Canada, who have been neglected to be treated justly for far too long.
Idle No More’s relevance to feminism is apparent: it is another movement that hopes to bring justice and equality to a social minority, started by women. From Native Studies classes and Idle No More speakers, I have learned that women in indigenous communities traditionally play a prominent role. While every First Nation has different roles and expectations it has of women, it appears that culturally, indigenous communities have a sense of gender equality. Idle No More brings to light the power of women, not only in an indigenous context but in global, political contexts as well.
This women-driven movement is also one of the very few times I’ve seen indigenous people represented in a positive light. First Nations people of Canada face an overwhelming amount of racism and prejudice. Idle No More disproved stereotypes of laziness and dependency as it took off and demanded that human rights of the indigenous people are protected. Despite its small roots, the movement eventually received a good amount of deserving media attention.
One of the biggest stories regarding Idle No More was the Attawapiskat First Nation’s Chief Theresa Spence’s hunger strike. Chief Spence announced a hunger strike on December 11th, 2012 as a public demand for prime minister Stephen Harper and governor general David Johnston to meet with her about the relationship between First Nations and the Canadian government. Her hunger strike lasted six weeks and ended on January 24th, 2013.
Because it was the most talked-about issue regarding the Idle No More movement, support poured in quickly. Many people fasted for a day in solidarity, including several politicians. Amnesty International expressed support for Chief Spence, as did former prime minister Paul Martin. However, there were many appalling features to the hunger strike, as well. The government’s response was slow and inauthentic at best, as it took the prime minister five weeks since the beginning of the highly-publicized protest to agree to meet with Chief Spence. While the government’s neglectful response was upsetting, the most disheartening thing regarding the response to Chief Spence’s protest was the prominence of sexism. Although this woman was risking her health to have her political message heard, people were criticizing her relentlessly. Some said that she wore too much makeup, while others made fun of her for looking haggard. Her hair, clothing, and appearance overall was scrutinized during interviews while she was explaining the critical housing and living situations of her reserves. People had an endless fascination with her weight, trying to figure out how much she’d lost during her political starvation. Chief Spence, because she was a woman, faced the burden of having her looks critiqued, her motives questioned, and her message belittled. Similarly, the women who began the organization had their education and achievements overlooked and had the focus instead on their appearances. It was as though despite the importance of these women in the Idle No More movement, the most important thing about them were their looks. Remember when the members of Pussy Riot received more scrutiny and attention over their looks than they did over their politics and protests? Unfortunately, the sexist and superficial coverage of Idle No More reminded me that most media would rather inform the reader the physique of an influential, political woman than their thoughts.
Idle No More is a movement I’m following closely and supporting wholeheartedly. The media attention has faded, but the passion within the movement has only grown stronger. Youth from central Canada have marched for days towards parliament in protest, more flash round dances were, held, and the sense of solidarity is still strong. Considering the strong value women hold in indigenous cultures overall and the negligence and human rights violations the Canadian government has shown to indigenous communities, Idle No More is an absolutely necessary movement that will hopefully bring change and improved policy. Furthermore, it is a movement started by and held together by women of colour, where their often silenced voices are not only heard but amplified.

*Although there are several terms that describe indigenous people, indigenous is the term that was not given through colonialist laws and the one that I, along with most of the Idle No More movement, prefer to use.

My mind is not very indigenous

During this week’s Hope Beneath Our Feet reading, “Indigenous Mind”, Kaylynn Sullivan Twotrees struck me when she said: “… awareness i not a state of achievement. It is like walking.” The awareness she describes, of the land, of herself, of the world, is amazing to me. Then I wondered: Am I aware? How much? Am I aware so much that it is like walking to me as well?

Of course, the sad realization followed suit: walking isn’t even natural to me. Living on campus, I rarely trek past the Faith and Life Centre. Even when I do, it’s in a carpool to the grocery store or begrudgingly to  the bank. I never just walk. It’s not very natural for me to put a foot in front of the other, whether there is a destination or not, and balance myself towards something. Despite having a gorgeous view of both Rotary Park and the ski trails, I am perfectly content sitting at my desk every day, admiring the trees rather than walking among them and breathing the oxygen they provide.

I also, probably subsequently, never feel aware, never feel as though I have an indigenous mind. Twotrees describes the indigenous mind as being an awareness of our locale that can shift to the grand scheme of things, connecting us to the world. Every speech and every reading of this class so far serve as a sad reminder of my disconnection to the land. I wish to be more aware, but I can’t help but fall into my cycle of polyester clothes, of imported foods, of disposable plates and the delusional notion that food comes from the grocery store.

I found a bit of solace when Twotrees pointed out that all humans are indigenous to the Earth and are therefore capable of the indigenous mind. Augstana is my twelve school. I’ve lived in over a dozen cities, even more “homes”, three provinces, two states… Floating like a dandelion seed, I don’t feel as though I’ve quite “blossomed” into anything yet. I have no attachment to the soils I walk and fail to differentiate them from the other soils I’ve set foot on(albeit probably through plastic soles). Now, through a different lense, perhaps a more indigenous one, I get to appreciate the different experiences I had in various senses in my different locations. Ultimately, now I am more aware than ever at the fact that this world is my world and what happens affects me. I am learning to love the shades that trees form, the sunlight on my skin, the hardworking critters all around, the flowers that blossom year after year. I am getting closer to forming a stronger indigenous mind, to connecting with the spirit of the land.

“How do I live my life right now?” Every day, I think about the source of my food, water, and air a little bit more. I think about what it means to be alive or to be a citizen of this world. I definitely have a much different perspective of life than I did before taking this course. I am challenged by frustrations of my own lifestyle and am eager to know more about the land. I tend to dwell on the past and worry about the future, and sometimes it stops me from enjoying- or even being a part of- the present, where so much is happening. I don’t know if how I live my life right now is with an indigenous mind, but I do believe it is a process. I am aware of this.