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"Ojibwe tradition calls for fathers to walk their children through the world, sharing the ancient understanding "that we are all, animate and inanimate alike, living on the one pure breath with which the Creator gave life to the Universe." In this new entry in the Seedbank series, an intimate series of letters to the six-year-old son from whom he was estranged, Richard Wagamese fulfills this traditional duty with grace and humility, describing his own path through life--separation from his family as a boy, substance abuse, incarceration, and ultimately the discovery of books and writing--and braiding this extraordinary story with the teachings of his people, in which animals were the teachers of human beings, until greed and a desire to control the more-than-human world led to anger, fear, and, eventually, profound alienation."--… (mais)
A calm, measured remembering. You can feel him being as honest as he can, and hoping against hope that his son will make better choices. And while we have no assurances that the final mentioned detox will be the last time he falls off the wagon, I do admire his final chapter in which he tries to summarize what he has learned. Perhaps it is a self-serving admiration, since he states that all persons are native to the land the relate to. We may not be the Original People, who have the responsibility to teach and to protect, but we have just as much need to have our connection with it recognized. The teaching in this last chapter is memorable enough for me to purchase this book to share. ( )
I liked this book. It carries a powerful message and there are people I know and I'm sure many who read it might know that could benefit from reading about the personal struggle with addiction the author conveys. ( )
Informação do Conhecimento Comum em inglês.Edite para a localizar na sua língua.
My life was no longer a Technicolor nightmare. It was a black-and-hite reality. A reality that didn't hurt anymore. (p.191)
When we travelled about in the days long past, it wasn't a search for permanence that drove us...It was for the experience of the land. We were bands of wanderers, perfectly at home wherever we were, at peace ith the land and seeking an ever deeper relationship with it. Our travels gave us new perspectives, ...new teachings and a renewed sense of ourselves. The more we experienced the land, the more we experienced ourselves. (p. 193)
You don't have to be Native, because the truth is that everyone born here is native to this land...everyone whose lives have sprung from a relationshp with the land...has a right to claim themselves as native to Canada. We are the original people of this land, and that will never change, but everyone whose first breath is from the crystal clear air of Canada is native to this country. (p.195)
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"Ojibwe tradition calls for fathers to walk their children through the world, sharing the ancient understanding "that we are all, animate and inanimate alike, living on the one pure breath with which the Creator gave life to the Universe." In this new entry in the Seedbank series, an intimate series of letters to the six-year-old son from whom he was estranged, Richard Wagamese fulfills this traditional duty with grace and humility, describing his own path through life--separation from his family as a boy, substance abuse, incarceration, and ultimately the discovery of books and writing--and braiding this extraordinary story with the teachings of his people, in which animals were the teachers of human beings, until greed and a desire to control the more-than-human world led to anger, fear, and, eventually, profound alienation."--
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