What a generous Creator we have and what fruits and blessings are ours from Mother Earth!
Autumn colours along the Hay River
We have been gifted in so many ways. As the Season of Creation ends, and we ready ourselves for Thanksgiving weekend, my heart is moved by all I have experienced, been taught, and so graciously been gifted.
During the past 34 years, living and working in the Diocese of Mackenzie – Fort Smith in the Northwest Territories, sharing life with many Indigenous brothers and sisters, I have come to grow in the spirit of generosity and thankfulness.
One of the valuable lessons I have been taught is to always be thankful and respectful to the Creator and Mother Earth for the gifts that have been given. The years I have lived in the fly-in community of Lutsel K’e, on the East Arm of Great Slave Lake and now, among the Dene at Katlodeeche First Nations in Hay River, I have become more aware and try to live in a spirit of gratitude. As my friend, Georgina reminds me, “We must always be thankful and say Mahsi and then give back to the land”. Often the gift of tobacco is offered.
I have learned to be aware and grateful for such gifts as safe passage on the lake and the river, the abundance of fish, many varieties of berries, sap dripping down the trunk of a spruce tree hardening to spruce gum, many plants with medicinal and healing qualities.
Haskaps, sheltered by their leaves
This past summer I experienced an opportunity to be grateful to Mother Earth for the gift of haskaps, a berry I had been introduced to a few years ago. My friend, Sheila, was thinning her bushes and gave me 5 or 6 saplings, rather scrawny looking ones. Although scrawny, their roots were tender but strong. I planted them and the saplings survived the first winter and then the next. In the third year the saplings had grown into a low bush and produced blossoms. Last summer a few berries appeared. This summer the bush produced abundantly.
Just enough haskaps for a recipe
The haskap bush produces fruit in the month of July. To look at my bush you would think it was only a lovely green shrub as the berries grow inside, under the leaves. In abundance, I picked every few days. It seemed like the bush never stopped giving. I picked just what was needed for the recipe I was following.
As I picked, I was very aware of my responsibility to be grateful for the berries that grew. I did not have tobacco to offer the land for her generous gift of the berries. I thought, “What gift can I give? What are my gifts that I can share in thanksgiving to the Creator for the generosity of these berries?”
I live beside the river, and I have been gifted with a beautiful singing voice. And so, I offered a song. I sang “By Cedars They Shall Stand”. I sang in thanksgiving not only for the berries but for the ways I am gifted each day.
-Sister Maggie Beaudette, CSJ
