‘something quickened inside her when she heard native testimony on the radio about living on the land, about existing in makeshift shelters as you went storm-tossed and sun-warmed through life…. berger was going to their doorsteps…, visiting summer camps and fishing grounds…. and people, of course, were coming to him…. a remarkable time of hope for anyone opposed to the [mackenzie valley] pipeline, for anyone in favour of the present learning from the past.’–lnoa 162-163
where has that remarkable time gone? what have we learned, if anything? today, i got a hug from six-year-old, i weeded a garden with friends as the sun set, i talked with each of my daughters, and i laughed. i learned again i like these sun-warmed events–but what about the storms? what if someone builds a pipeline on your soul? (that’s okay, some report says, because souls don’t exist.) and aren’t we all called to be bergers, to go from camp to grounds each in our own way, inquiring and listening about people’s suns and storms?