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Tyendinaga Pow Wow Arena

Tyendinaga Pow Wow, August 10, 2024

Tyendinaga Pow Wow was our second experience of such a gathering. It was very different in nature from our 2013 day at Wikwemikong. I hadn’t fully realized until now, though perhaps I should have, that most Pow Wows are community gatherings. Wikwemikong is much more a competition Pow Wow, with contests for different styles of dancing and age groups.

In Tyendinaga, we felt as if we had been invited into a delightful community party in a sunlit clearing amongst the trees. This warm circle held us all. It spanned generations, honouring the ancestors (whose presence was invited in the opening words), the traditions and Creator. It was much more laid back than the Wikwemikong Pow Wow, with a different focus and energy.

Pow Wow Dancing

On the flip side, we did not see the same variety or level of dancing. I recognized at least some of the regalia worn by different kinds of dancers – Jingle Dress, Fancy Shawl and more. But we didn’t see these different dances performed to the same extent. Much more of the day was spent on ‘Intertribal dance’, the time when everyone is welcome to join in. Yes, I was persuaded to take part at least once. But I found that, without practice, my feet wouldn’t continue to do what I wanted them to at the same time as I was talking! I will be incorporating basic Pow Wow dance steps into my exercise routines going forward.

Pow Wow Trading

Another aspect of a Pow Wow is ‘trading’. In modern times this takes the form of vendor booths. There were trinkets, there was work of great artistry – I particularly love Trevor O. Brant’s carvings – and everything in between. There were tee shirts and ribbon skirts, blankets, moccasins and the makings for many Indigenous crafts (beads, skins, fur). And no party would be complete without food and drink. We particularly enjoyed Pickerel (fish) nuggets and a Bison burger in Frybread, even if Paul did wait in line for well over an hour. And I was able to fill my water bottle with nettle and mint tea for $2. What you will not find at a Pow Wow is alcohol or drugs (and bear in mind Cannabis is legal in Canada); both are strictly prohibited.

Cultural change

It is interesting to notice how Canadian cultural awareness has changed since 2013.

At the end of my Wikwemikong Pow Wow post I reflected as follows:

Sadness mixed with hope – I guess, in truth, that is about the best I could have expected at this moment in time. It seems to me that we are reaching a tipping point in Canadian history. There is a deep need for modern Canada to acknowledge and own the shame of the near eradication of indigenous culture, the human impact of this and the immense loss it represents. The stories must be told and heard. But beyond the speaking and the listening, this is a time to begin to build new relationships, based on respect, that value the differences in cultural tradition and wisdom. It is time for Canada to begin the shift to a coherent, adult identity that marks its coming of age.

Two years later, the publication of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission’s Report and Calls to Action in 2015 did seem to mark the start of a genuine shift. There is now much more emphasis in schools and generally on Indigenous history and cultural awareness.

In 2017, Canada 150 felt oddly uncomfortable in its celebration of 150 years since Confederation. Perhaps as a result, it seemed as if suddenly there were more Indigenous focussed initiatives. It also seemed to mark the beginnings of a more thoughtful relationship to past and present.

Last year (2023) in Toronto on Canada Day, the celebration we took in in St. James’ Park featured Indigenous storytelling and dance. A local Provincial MP gave an eloquent acknowledgement not just of the treatment of Indigenous peoples but also of the impact of Japanese internment and the Chinese head tax. Yes, we can still celebrate the many wonderful things about Canada. But the Truth part of Truth and Reconciliation requires of us that we bear witness to and acknowledge past wrongs.

I have many more conversations now about Indigenous issues with friends – and strangers. There is much more interest in learning about Canada’s Indigenous heritage. People are discovering Indigenous writers and artists. And Indigenous perspectives are becoming more visible through film and television. There are, though, deniers and those whose attitude to the impact of what many refer to as cultural genocide is still ‘get over it!’

Personal perceptions and understanding

I have worked consistently to increase my own knowledge and awareness since we emigrated. And during this last year I have made Indigenous learning and linking something of a priority.

I have been told that the best and most important way to learn about Indigenous lives and ways of being is by connecting and talking with people. Books can only take you so far. Prior to settler contact, this was a primarily oral culture. And the very nature of the languages tends to be strikingly different from English. It has been a real pleasure to meet some wonderful people with Indigenous heritage. I have been honoured by their willingness to share their knowledge. It was also very illuminating to have access to some fascinating live virtual presentations during the course I followed, 4 Seasons of Indigenous Learning.

At the Tyendinaga Pow Wow I couldn’t help but be drawn to the beautiful bead work on the regalia of the man sitting in front of me. Larry O’Connor is a former politician who has only really connected to his Métis roots in the last decade or so. He took up beading during Covid and continues to develop his skill. Larry is also the host of Tales from the Big Canoe, an Indigenous focussed radio show on a community radio station. He was a delight to talk to! It was he who persuaded me to join the dancing. He graciously gave me permission to photograph him.

Pow Wow learning

Which brings me to a couple of key shifts in my awareness in relation to Pow Wow etiquette.

In 2013, I referred to Pow Wow ‘costumes’. I didn’t know any better at the time. But a costume is something you wear when you dress up and pretend to be something else. Regalia represents not only the dancer’s personality but also their history, family and culture.

I was aware at that first Pow Wow that there were times when I shouldn’t take photos. But otherwise I had a very muddy sense of what was acceptable. It was easy to understand that ceremonies and prayers were out of bounds. But it still feels complicated to know how and when to ask individual dancers for permission to take photographs. For this reason I have tried to include more general group images in this post, but I am still not sure whether I have strayed outside the boundaries.

Ribbon Skirts

One of the things that struck me at Tyendinaga was the number of women wearing ribbon skirts. I don’t remember seeing this at Wikwemikong. In fact, I wasn’t really aware of ribbon skirts until about a year ago at an Indigenous arts event.

I talked to a maker and she gave me the impression that their resurgence didn’t really start till around 2015.Both she and another attendee told me that ribbon skirts are not considered regalia and can therefore be worn by non-indigenous Pow Wow visitors. The maker also told me that they should be ankle length for dancing, though this does not seem to be universally observed.

Ribbon skirt customs belong to many different Nations. They originally combined the varied traditions of Buckskin dresses, ceremonial skirts and European designs and materials. It sems as if they are currently worn with some sense of personal reclamation of identity. As such, they are beautiful and very varied. I look forward to learning more and developing a deeper understanding.

An ongoing journey

At the start of each of the live sessions that were part of my course we were reminded that we are all at different stages in our learning journey. Over the last year I have often written or done something in a certain way. Then, days or weeks later, my awareness of subtler nuances of ceremony or day to day etiquette shifts and I question whether what I did was correct. I have talked with my Indigenous friends about some of these issues. Their guidance is to listen and to approach all interaction with openness and humility. Questions are generally welcomed.

My journey continues . . .

Wilderness, wonder and intentionality

Nestled in the woods just north of Frontenac Provincial Park, Wintergreen is a year-round education and retreat centre. Their focus is education, culture, and the environment and they offer courses and retreat and meeting facilities for individuals and groups.

Wintergreen - the lodgeInside the lodge

This last weekend we had the pleasure of staying two nights in the main lodge, a wonderful, off-grid straw-bale building with a green roof. The lodge sits in a meadow, immediately surrounded by flowers, herbs and vegetables with the forest beyond.

The garden

Wintergreen’s 204 acres features mixed forests and meadows, granite outcroppings, ponds, marshes, and a glacier carved lake – we managed to explore a good part of this during an awesome two-hour wilderness hike.

Glacier carved lake

I watched a beaver slide into a pond and swim across it, my first certain sighting. Less romantically but no less a landmark, I picked my first tick off my clothing as we sat on the dock by the glacial lake. With ticks increasingly present – even in Toronto this summer – and concerns about Lyme Disease, this is something we all need to know about!

Forest trail

I stopped worrying about sticking to ‘the beaten track’ (sometimes we lost the trail for a while) and soaked up the beauty of the woodland, the lake and ponds, the rock, as we explored, occasionally investigating one of the wilderness cabins (including a hobbit house) that dot the property. We did do a thorough tick inspection when we got back to the lodge, though.

Hobbit House (and hobbit?)

Earlier that day, I had joined thirteen other women in ‘Celebrating the Sacredness of Woman’, a workshop led by Julie Vachon a Metis woman who has studied with many elders and has attended ceremonies over the last 18 years. Among other things, we shared a new moon pipe, part of a ceremonial setting of personal intention at Sturgeon Moon, the August new moon. At a moment when my life is literally at the cusp of a major transition, this was moving and profound, as well as joyous.

This was one of those magic times outside time that feels utterly ‘meant’!

By the lake

 

See also Wintergreen Studios – a piece of heaven at the edge of wilderness – a Google Story for more photos!

 

Wikwmikong Cultural Pow Wow 2013

Summer Reflections 3: Wikwemikong

The windows of the school are boarded up for the summer and the supermarket’s windows are also barred. Signs outside the village speak of zero tolerance for drugs. For some reason, I had expected that Wikwemikong, as Canada’s only unceded Indian Reserve, would  be among those First Nations Communities that seem to be embracing contemporary life most positively . The reality did not, at first glance, live up to the optimism of the Band website.

Wikwemikong Unceded Indian Reserve is the largest Anishnaabek community on Manitoulin Island. Located on the eastern peninsula, Wikwemikong is home to the people of Three Fires Confederacy: an alliance of the Ojibwa, Odawa and Pottawatomi nations. (from Wikwemikong’s website)

Later in our stay, talking to some Manitoulin locals, they seemed almost surprised we had ventured into the village – “we only go there for special events, like the Pow Wows“.  I’m glad we did, though, and although we did feel like outsiders, we did not feel in any way threatened.  What saddened me, beyond the shadow of boards and bars, was the poor choice of food available.

The Reserve still includes a great deal of semi-wilderness land. With limited economic opportunity and the legacy of the most shameful period of Canadian history, the evidence of a continuing struggle with drugs, alcohol and criminality is perhaps not surprising. It is patently clear, though, that there is much good work taking place and plenty of people with the will to shape a better tomorrow.

It was interesting, at Holy Cross Church, part of the now ruined Jesuit Mission in Wikwemikong, to observe the intertwining of indigenous spirituality and Christianity. The Seven Grandfathers’ Teachings, the First Nations images,seem very appropriate and comfortable in the Church context. It gave me hope that the institutions that have so much to answer for in their past treatment of native peoples may have a genuinely important role to play in creating a shared  future.

Our host at the cabins where we stayed is the Band’s Renewable Energy Planner. She and her Mexican husband have created a lovely, small resort on Manitowaning Bay. Although she left the island to go to university half a continent away, she has brought her skills back to her home community, is part of shaping that tomorrow.

 

One recent  initiative was the creation of the Bebamikawe Memorial Trail. We thoroughly enjoyed our hike there.  Accompanied by two dogs, who acted as guardians from the moment we arrived until we drove away, we walked the wooded paths to stand on stony shores, looking out on the vast horizons of Georgian Bay.  I don’t get the impression, though, that the trails are well used – we generally did not find it that easy to get at clear information. We would love to have experienced aboriginal theatre as presented by De-ba-jeh-mu-jig theatre group, but in the end could not pin down what was happening and when.

Set against the awareness of still untamed demons, Wikwemikong’s Cultural Pow Wow brought a wonderful sense of the renewal of connections to the traditional ways and of community. I found it fascinating, moving and full of hope. It was a revelation to begin to understand how many things we now tend to think of as created for tourism fit into traditional culture; to see beads and beautiful, soft, animal skins and furs being traded, as well as finished moccasins (I’m wearing a pair as I write), jewellery and more.




Pow Wow costumes range from very traditional, sometimes ancient and laden with cultural significance, to much more modern, using an intriguing range of contemporary materials. Most are truly awesome creations, made lovingly and worn with pride. Cultural Pow Wow’s involve ceremony, a range of dancing competitions, as well as times when everyone can join in and dance. They are, as they have always been, a time of gathering, when tribes come together from far and wide, to celebrate, to trade, to renew connections and make new ones. Outsiders are welcomed; but it is not always easy to understand when it is appropriate to take photos and when not, so we can only hope that we stayed respectfully within the boundaries.

Chi-migwetch, Wikwemikong!

Sadness mixed with hope – I guess, in truth, that is about the best I could have expected at this moment in time. It seems to me that we are reaching a tipping point in Canadian history. There is a deep need for modern Canada to acknowledge and own the shame of the near eradication of indigenous culture, the human impact of this and the immense loss it represents. The stories must be told and heard. But beyond the speaking and the listening, this is a time to begin to build new relationships, based on respect, that value the differences in cultural tradition and wisdom. It is time for Canada to begin the shift to a coherent, adult identity that marks its coming of age.

(You can click on any image to see larger versions of all the images on the page and there are more photos from our time in Manitoulin in our gallery – Summer Trip 2013)

Summer Reflections 2: Spirit Island

The largest freshwater island in the world, Manitoulin is considered sacred by the People of the Three Fires, the Ojibwe, the Odawa and the Potawatomi. It has been inhabited for at least 12,000 years and possibly for as long as 30,000. We found it restorative and fascinating, though not a place we could live. It seems to exist in that difficult space in which you have to be born there to be truly of it, yet if you are born there, you may well have to leave to make a life!

Looking out over Mudge Bay from our cottage, the language of legend seemed to seep through me – I saw the wind striding from Killarney across the depths of Georgian Bay towards us, a huge being, throwing down his shadow-cloak as he passed. It is easy here to sit and watch for hours as the light and water shift. It is a place to be still, surrounded by the noisy peace of woodpeckers, blue jays and the constantly changing rhythm of wind and water.


Highlights that remain with me (in addition to Wikwemikong and the cultural Pow-Wow there, which merit a post of their own), include Kagawong’s bridal falls –  much-visited, but still magic; kayaking up river above the falls, existing outside time in the flow; and, to the south west of the island on Huron’s shores, the sweep of Dominion and Carter’s Bays, sand dunes and scrub offering up an ancient, solitary beauty.

For more photos, see our Gallery (Summer Trip 2013)!

The beginning of a journey . . .

I am creating this space as part of my journey of discovery of my new home-land.

It is a place to honour and find inspiration in traditions and ways of being not part of my personal history; to explore ideas, beliefs, stories and art forms.

It is also a place from which to bear witness to the deep, multi-generational pain wrought by the actions of those who came before me to this place and, instead of seeing native peoples with a rich indigenous culture, wisdom and a deep relationship to the land, saw only half-wild savages to be tamed and re-shaped to their own likeness.

I am no expert,  lay no special claim to knowledge or understanding. But I know it matters. So this is my space in which to investigate and record what interests me, what excites me, what saddens me, what resonates.

 

I believe strongly that the stories we tell about ourselves shape our lives profoundly. What happens when, instead of being told, those stories fall into a chasm of silence because this seems the only safe place for them in the context of the community? What happens when a culture with a strong oral tradition is forced into a forgetting of the words, of the cadence as well as the wisdom of its storytelling? What happens when established ways of dealing with  difficult experiences are derided or forgotten? How does the pain of the unspoken shape the lives of individuals and of a people?

And what happens when a dominant culture also adopts a code of silence? When at least a part of the message of apology seems to have a subtext; “those were different people, different times – I’m not like that”? What that we are doing now will that dominant culture be ‘apologizing’ for in 50 or 100 years?

 

It gladdens my heart that Canada has a Truth and Reconciliation Commission. It is a beginning. Some of the stories are being told and being heard. Learning about this work is an important part of my search for a deeper understanding.