Kathrine Williams
CAST-ERST-GEOG-INDG-2041H
Canada: The Land (2023Summer)
The Journals
Journal 1
May 3rd-Introduction
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot.
My Peterborough sitting spot is a pond area at the far end of Trent University's parking lot P. The first thing I heard was the background noise of the lock not too far away. It bothered me at first until I reminded myself to listen under the noise of the lock. I could hear Red-Wing Blackbirds, and sparrows and chickadees but only the black birds were visible. There were other small birds but I could not identify them. I try the Merlin app for the first time, only for a minute because I want to focus more on my own senses this first time here and it hears American Goldfinch, Red-wing Blackbird, House Wren and Brown-headed Cowbird. To my back are three cedar trees and just in front of them a flat grey rock that I will sit on when it is not raining. Right now there are snails on it that I don’t want to disturb. Directly in front of where I will sit are cat tails with last years tails still attached. Sumac trees are to my left farther back from the waters edge. I hear winds through specific trees--not all of them--just a few creating a wind path on the far side of the pond. The water is cleaner than a swamp. It doesn’t smell like swamp yet...
But I suspect it might later in the season and certainly if a beaver shows up or some other such animal that may clog the flow. I don’t know how this pond is being fed but I suspect it is from underground so may never get really swampy. Rain is falling lightly but not audibly, the truth of it visual only. I note that while I was looking so intently I could not hear the sound of the lock but its noise returns as my attention returns to it.
I am reminded that what I focus on expands. The sun is trying to come out to accommodate me. I have gratitude to feel this connection and relate it rather centrally to me knowing that the truth of that is relative to spiritual belief systems and that certain quality of narcissism that only humans seem to have. I'm pretty sure the cedars aren't thinking the rain is only there to accommodate their thirst.
Farther afield I see a ridge and hydro lines. It starts to rain really hard and I feel fear as a memory of being stuck outside in the icy cold rain with nowhere to go surfaces. I had been kicked out of all my warm, dry sitting/sleeping spots... I have the deep knowing that the elements can kill me but this is not then and I also have the deep awareness that this time the land will heal me. I am free of the city and all of its dangerous elements--weather and human--for I have a place of my own to get warm and dry. A sleek brown falcon or hawk alights on a nearby tree. I feel it introduce itself energetically as I take a pic of it. I immediately wish I had responded in kind rather than miss the moment by trying to preserve it electronically.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman:
Monkman, Drew. "May." Nature's Year: Changing Seasons in Central and Eastern Ontario .Toronto: Dundurn, 2013.
As I reflect on Drew Monkman's first section in "May," I connect with this line, "May advances in fits and starts depending on the vagaries of the weather." We have already seen record temperatures which started the buds and with it allergies for some. My sitting spot has very little green but the promise is there. Mostly the winter birds are still here as far as I can tell but I did hear some spring frogs and wondered how they could stand the frigid water and still talk amongst themselves with seeming glee. Drew talks about tadpoles and I am reminded of childhood and cant wait to see them--what look like funny giant sperms growing legs, lol. So far there are very few insects. No dreaded mosquitos yet nor black flies. I have yet to spot a dragon fly and hope that they might visit this bit of what Drew refers to as marsh. Mayflies are some of my favourite but I haven't seen them yet either…I look forward to using Drew extensive list of May happenings as a guide to what to watch for.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day"
Quote of the Day (May 3rd) “The land is not merely the stage upon which the human drama is enacted. The land is the leading player in the play.” (John Wadland)
In class we discussed our perception of how we interact with the land; that from a colonial perspective, the land is there to serve us. It is the backdrop upon which we live out our lives. A classmate thought that maybe the land is actually the actor and maybe we are the stage upon which it acts. Another suggested that you cannot have the actors without the land that without the land the actors would cease to exist. Towards the end the prof wondered who the audience is? I had been thinking along the same lines that from a spiritual perspective maybe all things witness everything else and that what some might call Great Spirit or God created all the scenes and the actors and was just watching how it all plays out. I suspect that even Creator has no idea what is happening and that each scene is feedback that produces just another scene in a continual loop of witnessing and experiencing.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
Congratulations on choosing a sitting spot! Now that we are well and truly underway, the first of your “ontological exercises” (ontology = the study of being) is to establish a baseline awareness of those forms of life you know by name. How many species do you recognize at your sitting spot? Any familiar friends? Without consulting the Internet or any field guides, make a list of the beings you already know. How well can you read the land? Write up your answer to this question in a single paragraph in your journal entry for May 3rd.
The birds I know are Red-Wing blackbird, chickadee, hawk or falcon--I am not sure which but definitely a bird of prey, sparrow. The trees are cedar and sumac. There is also field or crab grass, buttercups, what I am calling water lilies but that I am sure are called something else, cat tails and plantain. I think I read the land well enough to be comfortable but not well enough to survive. I understood that the birds knew me and told the others that we (Ari and I) had joined. None of them alarm called and there was little silence as we entered the sitting spot because I know how to come into an area as an ally. I am careful not to kill things as I move through even though I know that I will; Raise a finger--kill a Universe. I am very aware that the season is quite young and that I would not survive on plants alone at this point…I look forward to the bounty of summer that would provide more vegetation. I could not smell any rabbits in my sit spot which would be my primary source of food if I had my druthers. I was also aware of the water and its smell and thought I could drink it now without too much issue. I'm not sure how that will be in a couple months in the heat with the frogs enriching the area with frog-waste. I will know then if the pond is well drained and/or spring fed or not. I may investigate on foot later to see where it comes from.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus
Vaughan-Graham, Natalie. The World As We Know It Is Always Ending . 2023. 19 mins.
Monkman, Drew. "May." Nature's Year: Changing Seasons in Central and Eastern Ontario .Toronto: Dundurn, 2013.
I really loved Drew Monkman's (2013) section called, Who Designed Who? (p. 126). He speaks of a symbiosis of plant and animal/insect life that I think human's have forgotten. Monkman speaks of the flowers literally changing their shape to accommodate pollination by bees and I marvel that humans do quite the opposite. A beaver will change the course of a stream to accommodate its home which in turn will create a symbiosis with other species helping them to live and contribute to the overarching ecosystem. Most animal and plant species have achieved some kind of balance. The damming of a stream however will annoy a human who will in turn destroy a beaver dam which may help something else thrive but seems for the most part a way of unbalancing the systems that all species need to survive. Drew asks us to "take a moment to reflect on this wondrous accomplishment of evolution." I wonder if we can reflect on this accomplishment can we disrupt the seeming devolution that humans seem so bent on playing out with the natural world? As a human animal, I seek to evolve with my surroundings rather than devolve into civilized destructive patterns that serve no one but ourselves.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
Reflecting on Drew Monkman's (2019) reading of "May," I observed humanity not being humane. I observed animals and plants and weather in symbiosis. This is telling me that we are far from our animal roots and far from our own reflections in the natural world. It tells me how unconscious we are. My observations are teaching me how to evolve not as a species but as a human animal in co-creation rather than dominion over the lands and the ecosystems that sustain me and that allow for my own survival. Reading and meeting Drew also gives me hope.
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May 8th-Protocols of Place
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
For this week I have two sitting spots as I am taking care of my fathers cat in Georgetown On for the week and driving into Peterborough On for classes for only two days. My father's sit spot has rabbits who came out immediately to see who I was. They chased each other around my fathers plane crash test dummy (see pics) revealing one place where they come and go through the fence to another yard. There are grackles and purple martins, a cardinal pair and an array of sparrow type birds. There is an empty plate where my father feeds a local skunk. The landscape is grass with a pool and sheds with all the background noise of pumps and generators and I think of the noisy lock near my Peterborough. The rains have caused a swampy area along the fence and I note that like the Peterborough pond sit spot, the birds use it extensively as a life sustaining food and water source. I also note that the backyard animals are not quite wild as they wait for possible food from friendly neighbours. They show off a lot more to my presence whereas the Peterborough birds are more business as usual after an initial greeting, expecting nothing. For this reason, I seem to have way more bird plow in Georgetown as the birds and rabbits show up to fight over what feels like celebrity--they being the celebrities and myself the audience. With the opening and closing of the house door there is no possibility of a quiet and unannounced "fox walk". I think of last weeks quote of the day, “The land is not merely the stage upon which the human drama is enacted. The land is the leading player in the play.” (John Wadland) and understand that in Georgetown the animals (at least in this backyard) seem to be willing participants in the human drama.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman:
In Drew's "Mammals, May Highlights," (pg. 111) he talks about many different animals preparing for and having babies. I was particularly interested in the white tailed deer who will drive their male fawns from the previous year away from the area to reduce interbreeding. I witnessed the rabbits at my fathers sit spot chasing each other around in a not so friendly way and suspect that baby bunnies may be the reason. In my Peterborough spot I witnessed Red-wing blackbirds fighting over territory and saw the females going back into their nests in the reeds after working with their male counter-part to keep their neighbours in check. The idea of territory in the animal world is interesting to me as I find it unbecoming in most human animals as they fence up their yards and stive to keep each others spaces separate. The animals it seems do it for reasons of survival while the humans do it for power.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day," “Know all your neighbors. This is what it comes down to.” (52)
In class, we talked about alienation in relation to knowing our neighbours. We talked about being alienated from our surroundings and stories of the past. We also reflected on the protocols of place meaning the rules and regulations that one needs to know, the etiquette required to be peaceful or at least not disruptive. I thought about conforming and know I may be polite and I have etiquette where I feel like I want to fit in but otherwise I don’t really care. I recognize that my disenfranchisement has created a pretty bad attitude but also a baseline of distrust even disdain for many fellow humans. This is a new baseline for me that I would like to rebalance so that I can trust with discernment. I am trying to care so am pleased that academia (ideas and stories) and its place (Trent U) have motivated me to get along, even to fit in as best I can. The animals in both my sit spots all know one another and all seem to get along in their own ways. Even the rabbits in Georgetown and the Red-Wing blackbirds in Peterborough seem to have worked out their territories and keep respectful distance from carrots left and nest spots. All the animals in those two spots know when I arrive and accept in their own ways my presence, some by retreating and some by actively putting on a show. Mark talked about the French word Respecté which he says means, "to look again" or "to give a second chance." My connection to the land and animals has rarely required giving a second chance because for me, the respect between us is mutual and natural. As for the humans…I will stay in my bus for the time being and move from sleep spot to sleep spot and do my best to acquire as few human neighbours as possible so that I will not have to give them a second chance--nor they me. Or a third, or a fourth as has been my experience over the past few years. I will let nature show me how to heal and how to relate in respectful ways with those who will reciprocate.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
“Know all your neighbours,” says Jon Young. Important tools and allies in doing so are apps like Merlin and iNaturalist. Please download one of these apps onto your phone, or, if you prefer written material, seek out printed field guides to the birds, plants, mammals, and invertebrates of Ontario. Your task for today’s “ontological exercise” is to identify any ten species found at your sitting spot that you didn’t already know. Please cut and paste photographs of these species onto an additional page of today’s journal entry. Write your own captions, in your own words and in your own idiom of expression, introducing these species so that you can teach them to other people.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus
Malcolm, Christopher. "Ouendake." Europa in the Wilderness . Toronto: Augusta House Press. 165-172. Young, Jon. “The Sit Spot.” What The Robin Knows: How Birds Reveal the Secrets of the NaturalWorld . New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2012. 48-79.
I am reflecting on the reading Oendake and how I too have retreated from the world because of chaos and confusion placed upon me by traumatized people. There is no sense in fighting them because it wont change anything so I retreated from everything until Hope could find me again. It took me some time, only a couple semesters for this is not my first retreat, but I did find hope in the kindness of easy going professors on the land called Trent University. I have inhabited this land in one form or another for almost 20 years, in a house on the property, in a tent in the swampland and now in a bus on and around campus grounds. The profs here have accommodated and encouraged me to keep going and if I fail it will be of my own doing, not for lack of help that has been so generously offered. The sitspot reading refers to finding a "baseline." The reading is referring to birds and their songs, habits, characters. I too am finding my baseline. The spot that I chose is a sit spot because as in the reading, it is convenient but Trent and its lands for me is my "medicine area." I have retreated into academia and its inhabitants and have found them to be worthy and generous neighbours. I have retreated from what I refer to as "out there" the space beyond Trent property where there are no security guards and plenty of rough people. Inside the boundaries of Trent property I am as safe as I feel I can be both with the human and plant and animal species, learning their ways and hopefully soon, letting go of the ways of those soul-killing neighbours that I have left behind.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I observed from the land, the slipping away of winter with the promise of a more bountiful time. I observed the birds arriving from distant lands. I observed the natural inhabitants of this land going about the business of ensuring the survival of their young. I watched as some species are prey and some predators but all have personal boundaries. I learned that I am fortunate to have the choice…that in the constant ebb and flow of life, I can be fodder for someone else's perceived survival or I can elude these people and focus on my own growth and survival. This is teaching me that not every neighbour deserves my good graces and its okay to let them know my boundaries and defend them if I must. Nature is teaching me discernment.




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May 10th-The Grid
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
I see rabbits and a single cardinal. I see other small birds--chickadees and sparrows. The purple martin is back and the starling too. The water along the fence is dried up enough to mow the lawn. The grass is getting greener and taller right in front of my eyes. I smell the cut grass from other neighbouring properties. I feel quietly disappointed by that smell even though I love it. I count the dandelions that I will kill tomorrow. 56 of them. I hear the generator, the central air and the pool filtration system all humming away. I hear airplanes. I hear civilization more than wild things today. Today I am disenfranchised and I hate the grid.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman:
While at his sit spot, I I witnessed the bunnies and a starling who had her nest over my fathers garage, gunning off Ari my little dog. They were all creating boundaries with my 5 pound dog, letting him know they were not to be messed with at this time.
I was at my fathers in Georgetown and tried to convince him of the merits of Mowless May, an effort of the environmentally conscious to get those mesmerized by the grid and its colonial ideals to let, according to Monkman, the first and most plentiful flowers of spring--the dandelions--to feed the first pollinators of the season. I said, "the lawn with the most dandelions WINS!!", hoping that would pique his desire to rule over his land. He texted back from Las Vegas to please cut the front at least.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day,"
“Civilization in Canada… has advanced geometrically across the country, throwing down the long parallel lines of the railways, dividing up the farm-lands into chessboards of square-mile sections and concession-line roads. There is little adaptation to nature; in both architecture and arrangement, Canadian cities and villages express rather an arrogant abstraction, the conquest of nature by an intelligence that does not love it” (Northrop Frye).
I really felt this quote. While sitting in his backyard, my Georgetown sit spot, the animals greeted Ari and I with some of them being very clear that Ari better watch himself. They are not as forward with me maybe because I have two legs I am less of a threat. Here in this land, two leggeds feed them and allow them to put nests in soffits keeping them safe from more timid animals that would see them as prey. I think of the bunnies who are smart enough to have dens along fence lines with dogs because dogs keep other predators away. This is natural intelligence. In this space, I have witnessed morning and evening routines with the birds sometimes jarred back to reality by an airplane overhead or the kicking on of the generator. These modern amenities and appliances another layer of the grid that was placed upon the land in the 1800's. I look at the boundaries of this spot. The house and garage are one whole wall with fencing and trees along the back. The far right to where I sit is bound by chain-link fence and sheds to more tall wooden slats which is a municipal law around pools. Behind me is tall fencing and trees so that the whole space is contained in a big private square. A grid in the grid. Colonization squared. I wish to drive away in my bus that has no electricity or water or any of the amenities of the grid--at least none that will kill anything short of the fuel that it uses to escape all this convenience.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting
For this exercise, you are asked to think about how the presence of your phone impacts your sitting spot experience. Be mindful of one of the central insights of “interruption science”: that it takes us twenty-three minutes on average to return to neurological baseline after a disruption (e.g. receiving and/or responding to a text). Can you feel these disruptions as they affect your own baseline or sense of well-being? When you use your phone to use Merlin or iNaturalist, can you put your phone away without being pulled into the rest of your digital life? Assess how easy or difficult it is for you to do this. In the context of your sitting spot, what would a sophisticated, disciplined, and compartmentalized relationship with your phone look like?
There are definitely times when I go to look something up and end up picking up a text conversation or scrolling Facebook. My ADHD can add to the frustration of what is commonly known as a rabbit hole--ie--looking for one thing and ending up following a series of click-tunnels and then realizing you are nowhere near where I started and really can't fathom how to get back to the original point or even what that point might be. This feels like the digital version of looking for glasses that are on my head or walking into a room and wondering why I am there. That said, I have long developed the habit of leaving my phone in my car when going into a recovery meeting where the soul purpose of the meeting is to really listen and hear what another is saying so that I might identify and implement what I hear towards a better way of living my own life. I also get resentful that I have my grocery list and points apps on my phone so can't leave it in the car when I shop. At the same time, I specifically bought a phone with a pen so I can hand write a list or draw my thoughts if I want to. I also really appreciate being able to look something up and immediately get an answer. As for the sit spot exercise, I find it easy most of the time to simply start the merlin app for 2-3 mins and then shut it off. I take video at times and pics at other times to get my proof that I am doing the exercise. Sometimes I resent that too just because I want to sit and not think about tech or look at it. I'm using the grid to proof I am not on the grid. I am significantly older than most of my fellow students so I suspect it is easier for me to put these boundaries around my digital life. My phone is a tool and a communication device and I am forever mindful of its ability to become a time-waster in my life. This complicated relationship with my phone reflects my relationship with others: I am wary of time wasters and people who will take me down rabbit holes that I can't easily find my way out of but I am ready and willing to listen/hear respond to those whom I care about. My relationship to technology also reflects my relationship to Creator: If I am not connected then I am isolated. With that in mind I have 100gigs of data so I never have to hunt down wifi and I am mindful of how, when and with whom I connect.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus
Marshall, Sean. "From lake to lake: the story of Hurontario Street." June 16th, 2022. https://seanmarshall.ca/2022/06/16/story-of-hurontario-street/ Gentilcore, Louis. "Lines on the Land: Crown Surveys and Settlement in Upper Canada." OntarioHistory 61/62 (1969-1970), 57-73. "Dominion Land Survey." Wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominion_Land_Survey
Lines on the land: Crown Surveys and Settlement in Upper Canada (p.64) talks about the drumlins which as the article describes create hills and flat wetlands between them which is where my Peterborough sit spot is. The article talks about how difficult this landscape made it to place a grid of straight lines with the purpose of living within the determined lots yet they did it anyway creating a lot of difficulty building roads and I imagine killing a lot of wildlife in the process. I appreciate how the landscape did not easily participate in its dividing and conquering. I appreciate that where my sit spot and one of my sleep spots is, there is very little beyond a string of hydro poles and a road going through it. That however is changing too as new condominiums are being built about a mile away at the busy end of the road. The layers of the grid will soon be upon my uninhabited (by humans) space.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I observed boundaries both natural and unnatural. The animals were creating boundaries of safety and security for themselves that were not overly intrusive to us. They were firm but not rude and their boundaries with Ari and myself did no harm. Ari even showed some of his own desire for personal space with a low growl to a rabbit that got too close for his comfort. At my father's sit spot, I observed the grid in action along with its noise and drain on my nervous system. I observed how the grid gave safety and security to human animals at the expense of any other species. This is telling me that the destructive unconscious colonized are really hard to wake up because of said comforts. They will not give this up willingly or even at the expense of their own habitat that they cant even see that they are destroying with their lawnmowers and pesticides. This tells me that the current average privileged human will take their comfort at all costs. This is teaching me to retreat. This is teaching me that I need to design better or different ways to help them learn, perhaps focusing on the younger generations before they get too settled…this is motivating me to live as consciously as I can, with as little footprint as possible and perhaps a little louder so that I can reach more people with the message of conservation and change.
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Mon May 15--Farewell to the Truffula Trees
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
The female Redwing that I call the guard bird is on cedar trees as I walk in. She lets everyone know I am there. She is not alarmed but announcing my arrival. There are no frogs chirping when I first walk in; I am a serious frog plow. There is lots of floaty stuff on the pond…if I had to guess I would say it is cattail fluff? I will look up in Monkman (May) what the main fluff is this time of year. Last years grass is dead, brown and crunchy under my Keens but there is green coming through. I hear redwings chirping. The air is cool still but comfortable. The mosquitos are coming on strong but there are no other obvious bugs. The swamp doesn’t smell like anything green yet. I keep waiting for that smell--it reminds me of childhood. The Merlin app says that a tree swallow, Yellow Warbler, American Goldfinch and a Great Crested Flycatcher have joined the Red-winged Blackbird in the swamp. The bigger frogs begin to peep as dusk settles upon my sitting spot. The lock roars in the background. Its time for me to go.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman: May
Turns out my frog plow is actually toad plow! (Monkman, 2013, pg 113) These trilling little beasts are quite loud. I wish I could see one but don’t want to disturb the nesting Red-Wings by crashing around in the pond. Monkman (2013) also says that, "the cottony white material floating on the May breeze" is trembling aspen seeds (pg. 123) but I think it might be too early according to his time stamp for Aspen. If not early Aspen then I think it must be old cattail fluff as there are a lot of cattails that are still hanging on to last years fluffy seed pods. I looked up what other bugs I might be seeing now and am looking forward to Mayflies (Damselflies, pg. 116). They are one of my favourite invertebrates. Mosquitos that I noticed out in force however are NOT a favourite, Monkman (2013) says the wild cherry blossoms are responsible for this proliferation (pg. 117).
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day"
“Keep it simple. There is Creation, and you can either go toward it or turn away from it. It is just a matter of direction.”
(Doug Williams, January 27th, 2010)
In class, Mark said, about this quote, "We harm and we heal" and I thought I am the calm and I am the storm. As settlers moved onto the land and displaced everything in their path to suit their needs, the destructive forces that is colonialism killed all the old growth forests, decimated the fish, displaced and starved the Indigenous people on their own lands… I wonder if they (settlers) really had a choice? To come to a land with the ego of a conquering nation and to face their own possibility of starvation; I supposed in this case it is kill or be killed. They would not have thought to ask the Indigenous how to survive well because they didn’t have the same cultural frame so could not fathom it. In order to create their own existence they just did what they did seemingly without a lot of reflection-- only practical destructive direction. Unfortunately that direction was a turn away from Creating their lives in harmony with the land that must sustain them.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
As you have might have already discovered, when you visit your sitting spot can have a dramatic impact on what or, better put, who you perceive. Our sitting spots can feel more welcoming, or, just as well, more foreboding depending on the timing of our visit. Our task now is to work towards identifying a time of day that is particularly special for you – your own “magic hour,” so to speak – which brings us to our ontological exercise for this course meeting: to watch a sunrise from before dawn until after the sun is well above the horizon. Bring a blanket or a chair and a cup of coffee; settle in and watch the show. Record your observations in your journal. It is not for nothing that many of our First Nations colleagues (e.g. Tom Porter) put special emphasis on first light, or beedahbin in Anishinaabemowin. What could some of the reasons for this be? What’s so special about dawn?
I did not go to my sitting spot before Dawn as I think it would be relatively unsafe to do so at this time. I have only just started sleeping by my sit spot and there happens to be a poster about a guy who is stalking this specific site/trail so I only visit my spot during the day up until dusk. However, dusk is my favourite time because the frogs and toads are all talking away amongst themselves in a lively chatter creating a cross-over with the birds quietly chatting amongst themselves on their way to sleep. That said, I think that dawn is a very special time because it speaks of new beginnings. Also, there are old fisherman's anecdotes that say, a red sky at night is a sailors delight and a red sky in the morning is a sailor's warning. For those that live by the land, dawn is also when fishing is best and when other animals are available to be hunted.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus: Abbott, Philip. "Impact of Early Settlers in Treaty 20 Territory." Excerpt from forthcoming dissertation. Department of Indigenous Studies, Trent University; Williams, Doug. Michi Saagiig Nishnaabeg: This Is Our Territory. Winnipeg: ARP Books, 2018. 62-84; 87-95.
Reading the two articles, I am struck by the level of destruction that early settlers had on both the land and its people. The level of disregard for the animals and fish that they killed and the ignorance they showed towards the first inhabitants is astounding. I hate that my last name bears this burden of destruction and despair specifically on this land. When reading the Abbot draft, I felt like the people didn’t come to settle but they came to wage and win a war. And I wonder at the seeming innocence of the Indigenous when the first settlers came. In Williams (2018), he says the old ones trusted the government would keep its word and that the settlers would have their fields and leave the Indigenous to the waterways and not disrupt their movement (pg 65). They took them for their word because that is what they understood as binding so they assumed that the government would honour them and the treaties. If any "settlers" just showed up and took over the lands in England or Ireland, those people would have been up in arms and calling it a war. It is a peculiar thing (to me) that all these white people showed up and didn’t "see" the Indigenous and people who needed to be respected. They didn’t care as long as their own needs were being met.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
In this module I observed unconscious and unconscionable greed. I observed ignorant destruction. I observed two different ways of thinking and being--one in harmony with the land--the turn towards creation and one that turns away and lives by destruction. This is telling me to keep an open mind and consider all the ways of thinking. I think of the saying, lift a finger, kill a Universe--the butterfly effect. This is teaching me to be a critical thinker and to be very careful of how I live in case I kill a whole Universe. This is teaching me the difference between thriving and surviving.
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Weds May 17--The Secret Lives of Settlers
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
Its quite windy so no mosquitos. I see the ospreys nest is starting to disappear behind trees that are really greening up. A crow flies overhead and I worry a bit about it ravaging some of the Redwing nests. The regular crew is there, Red-wings, a cat bird, some yellow finch types and tons of toads and frogs. The Merlin app has picked up more birds with two that are rare for the area; The Magnolia warbler and a Sandhill Crane are visiting this lovely clean smelling swamp. There are little amber snails doing snail things. The swamp smells fresh. The cattails are starting to grow now with green shooting up through last years dead growth. There is snake grass growing all around the edge of the swamp. It had been raining so the water was high and clear. There is a tiny spider in a pretty web. The path I take in is slightly used and I wonder if it is a deer that uses it. I find a piece of hornets nest near where I sit and a bit more in the cedar. I think the wind took it out of my space and I am grateful for that.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman: May
Monkman (2013) says this month will have hundreds of millions of migrant birds pouring in from the neotropics. Apparently most of them travel at night. My sitting spot reflected this with at least two rare birds the Magnolia Warbler and the Sand Crane. I am thinking about how the migrants from Brittan came pouring into Canada by the hundreds then thousands then hundreds of thousands for much the same reason as these birds: They were seeking a more plentiful place to raise their young. But when settlers came they came to stay. I am watching from my sitspot how all of these animals, plants, birds and bugs are symbiotic to each others survival and I am struck by how that doesn’t happen with humans. Humans are an invasive species in their own lands and then move on to invade lands that they are not naturally from. I wonder if we can ever become sustainable like the species that the land sustains. I assume that the land will shrug one day and kick most of us off. I wonder if then we will learn or just create imbalance again.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day"
“Home! The word had ceased to belong to my present – it was doomed to live for ever in the past; for what emigrant ever regarded the country of his exile as his home? To the land he has left, that name belongs for ever, and in no instance does he bestow it upon another. ‘I have got a letter from home!’ ’I have seen a friend from home!’ ‘I dreamed last night that I was at home!’ are expressions of everyday occurrence, to prove that the heart acknowledges no other home than the land of its birth.”
In class we talked about the Moodies and Par Trails arriving in Canada from Brittan. We talked about how they struggled; The sickness, the weather, the fact that they came from very "civilized" space and how difficult it must have been to come to wild land. Mark had us stand up and asked each person to sit down at the age he called out if they had ever needed medical care to that point. There was one girl who would have made it to 20ish. We talked about how many of their children would have died. The hardship that these people went through to establish the grid was really awful. The Moodies and Par Trails came to Canada to escape the hardship they faced at "home." They were told lies that would make them believe that with a little hard work they would live well. The reality of their new home was incredibly harsh. As the settlers came to claim their new home, the Indigenous were displaced. I think about how that feels in my own life to be homeless. I left home when I was 13 years old and have moved a lot or been moved on ever since. In the last 20 years my home-base is Peterborough but I have spent years of that time in other countries particularly in the US where I can live comfortably in a vehicle. I understand the excitement the settlers must have felt at times travelling to a destination full of hope for a better future for I have done so myself a good number of times. I also identify with the loneliness of wishing to be "home." I think that the Susana and definitely Catharine eventually felt like Canada was their home but I imagine that feeling fluctuated. When I am living close to the earth I feel at home but if I get too far away from it I feel disconnected from everything. The land is my home-base. But as a descendant of settlers I feel I have wandering in my bones and sometimes I think I should visit Ireland to see if I feel like I am home there. I went to England and did not connect to the land, probably because I was in the city…I really cant imagine how the Indigenous feel being exiled from their own land and home. But of course, it is my privilege to not know how that feels.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
Following Catharine Parr Traill’s lead, it is time to turn our attention to wildflowers. Some of the ones that she identified are now in bloom (White Trillium, Trout Lily, Bellwort, Wood Anemone, Spring Beauty). Your task for this ontological exercise is to identify five species of wildflower that you didn’t already know, including any two mentioned in the previous slides. Include photographs of your discoveries along with a short description of each written in your own idiosyncratic way of remembering who they are.
The only flower I could find from the previous slides was a kind of Anemone but I found a few others…Click on slide deck for names of flowers.
v) Three pages reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus:
Gray, Charlotte. Sisters in the Wilderness. Toronto: Penguin Canada, 2008.
Sisters in the Wilderness, written by Charlotte Gray (1999), explores the lives of Catharine Parr Trail and Susanna Moodie, two British-Canadian pioneer women who settled in the Canadian wilderness in the 19th century. Writers from a very literate family, they find their literary skills to be practically useless for the first years of their landing. Their writing however sustains them by keeping them connected to their family and friends and also provides a mental and emotional coping mechanism to deal with the hardship inherent in the lives of settlers at that time. Post-mortem for Susana and in Catharine's octogenarian years, their books and drawings are revered as testaments to the beginnings of the land called Canada. A central theme of the novel, along with the need for human connection is the profound relationship these women develop with the land they inhabit. Particularly, Catharine Parr Trail's connection to the land is portrayed as multifaceted, encompassing both the practical aspects of survival and a deep emotional and spiritual bond with the natural beauty of the land.
One thing that struck me about the novel and the lives of Catharine Par Trail and Susana Moodie was the hardship they endured pioneering Canada while trying to escape hardship in England. They seemingly went from bad to worse. The irony of this is astounding. These two women and their husbands were sold a false dream. Catharine, leaving Montreal was met by a man going back to Brittan and who told her that the dream was a lie--that they had been "vilely deceived". But as Catharine rode along in a stagecoach she connected with the land. She could name some of the fruit trees and other plants. This gave her hope that all would be well.
Both sisters were skilled writers so I fathom had they stayed in England, they probably would have done well competing with their older sister, Agnes, for notoriety although I believe Catharine’s character would have steered her away from this sort of competition. Rather, they both married men who were not really cut out for the task of pioneering, embarking on a journey that would keep them from their homeland for the rest of their days. Particularly, Catharine’s husband Thomas would prove unable to cope with living in survival mode which is the cost of “taming” the Canadian wilderness.
The fact that Susana’s husband John Moodie had already tried pioneering in South Africa and failed foreshadowed what was to come for Susana in the backwoods of Canada. Susana had almost backed out of this marriage because of John's "braggadocio" around shooting animals in South Africa. His character seems to always take up a role in his life that is difficult which in turn, makes it difficult for Susana because in the 18oo's one did not leave her husband; one strove to be a "good wife." In spite of John's ability to pick difficult jobs and circumstances, he was very emotionally supportive of Susana and their love for each other prevailed. In her later years, after John passes away, Susana seems paralyzed without him and reports being unable to organize her work. Luckily for Susana, she gets help from family to continue on.
As for Catharine’s husband’s propensity for depression, it is no wonder that Catharine connected emotionally to the land for she would have needed something to buoy her as she had to take care of her husband emotionally their whole lives together. His ability to garner debt and unfortunate business dealings are like a constant bane to Catharine throughout the novel. Unlike her sister, Susana, when Thomas passes away she moves on seemingly without grief. Catharine moves in with her daughter (Agnes) and is finally free to pursue her writing and communing with the land without having to worry about his instability. It is Catharines connection with the land as opposed to Susana's dependency on another human (her husband) that I identified with the most.
Catharine was able to be a successful pioneer in spirit (if not practically) by allowing the land to guide her thoughts and emotions. Catharine was able to write and draw inspirations from the Canadian landscape and spent the rest of her life honing this ability.
Susana, a writer in her own right also gained inspiration from the land but was not near as charmed as Catharine. In her book, "Roughing it in the Bush," (1852) Susana focused on the hardships of Canadian settlers in a way that embarrassed her well to do sister, Agnes, back in England. Agnes was a polished and celebrated author, writing about royalty, which gave her an esteemed place in high society. When Susana's book arrived in England, dedicated to Agnes, Agnes was horrified by the association. Rather than see her sisters as champions of the New World, Agnes saw their survival as destitution and a blight upon the family name.
For all intents and purposes, Agnes was not wrong about one thing; the two sisters did spend much of their lives in relative destitution with Catharine having the most difficulty maintaining. I find it interesting that she was closest to the land and had the most material difficulty, yet she was the cheerier and most hopeful of the two. Catharine was also religious, and it seems for Catharine, piety goes a long way. Catharine did speak of God creating nature, so I believe the connection between the two were inseparable for her and this infusion of physical and spiritual is what sustained her through the constant loss that she endured throughout her lifetime.
The theme of human connection, underpins their story of survival as both sisters are helped by different family members throughout the book. They are sent clothing and money from their sister Agnes in England and their brother Sam helps build their cabins in Lakefield. Later, Susana’s daughter Agnes co-writes with her which helps them both financially. This indicates that without human connections and bonds people living in the wilderness, having not been born there, and who were so removed as those in Brittan with their high society and genteel upbringings, likely would not survive on their own. While there is very little talk of the Indigenous in the book, both sisters are helped by local Indians and Catharine develops friendships and connections until the end of her life saying that she is quilting for the Indian reservation.
Towards the end of the novel, James Ewing Ritchie wrote of Ottawa that he was,
"astonished by the medley of characters who congregated in the Canadian capital:" "I met there statesman,
adventurers, wild men of the woods or prairie, deputies from Manitoba, lawyers from Quebec, sharpers and
honest men, all staying in one motel; and it seemed strange to sit at dinner and see great rough fellows, with
the manners of ploughmen, quaffing their costly champaign, and fancying themselves patterns of gentility
and taste" (pg 4934).
This shows that the Canadian wilderness was a great leveler of both man and breeding. The "rough men" could do well in this landscape paid for their skills and ability to live rough while adopting a taste for the finer things in life that the Brits would be trying to replicate from home. They needed each other to survive and because of this all eventually to thrive. In Canada during the late 1800s, unlike the earlier part of the century, for those who were established by their forebearers and for those still emigrating, it may finally, for some, have become a land of plenty.
Catharine’s writing and love for nature not only sustained her spiritually but towards the end of her life gave her the notoriety that she much deserved and may have received much earlier had she stayed in England. Again I am struck by the irony of the two sisters who fled economic hardship in Brittan to find a devastatingly difficult existence in Canada, one that they were very fortunate to survive into old age and then for Catharine, at least, to be put into her deserving place as a great writer and historian in her 80's and 90's. Coming full spiral, Catharine's story creates a sense of hope and faith for any who might be going through material difficulty and who still maintain their dreams.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I observed two worlds colliding--the settlers and the Indigenous. I saw that the collision was bloody on both sides. It is telling me that I have to keep an open mind and heart for the struggles of all people and things. It is teaching me empathy.




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May 24th-Modernity and Crisis of Meaning
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
There are a LOT more birds today says the Merlin app even though I cant see them. I come in with very little bird plow and sat quietly. Often I greet the birds verbally because they greet me that way but today I am just quiet. I want to test the baseline. I want to test my own baseline as I have been feeling more anxious lately. But not here, not right now. Right now I feel calm. I was so quiet I almost stepped on a little bird. I think it is a house sparrow. The greeter bird is in her tree and frogs are singing, two or three of them calling back and forth. A woodpecker (Downey says Merlin) is being quite persistent in its quest for bugs. I had a trauma response to a criminology course so have taken a break to just sit with the land and the animals. Burnout is a real thing but so perseverance, diligence and resilience. I got this. The sun is in my eyes so I am relying mostly on my other senses. However I can see that the cattails are really tall now. The smell of deet is strong. The ants have almost completely cleaned out a crayfish head that has been here a couple days. The sun has bleached it pretty good and the ants are really focused on the eyes. There are flies in here now and bees. There are way more bugs and birds now that May is almost complete. There are a ton of bubbles coming up from the bottom of the pond. They have been increasing every week. I will have to look up the air exchange thing we talked about in class to see if that is what is causing all the bubbling. Perhaps its little animals moving around and disturbing trapped air between the roots of the cattails. The sun is so warm and I am happy.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman: May
As I sat at my sitspot I tried to distinguish one sedge and rush from another. The area is covered with all new green plants with a ton of old dry dead plants from previous years surrounding them. Monkman gives us a rhyme: Sedges have edges, Rushes are round, Grasses are hollow, What have YOU found? I found that the snake plant that I have loved since childhood because of its stalk that can be disconnected and reconnected. Each segment is hollow so…grass! I never would have thought of it as a grass. I will check with iNaturalist just to be sure.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day"
”If we throw Mother Nature out the window, she comes back in the door with a pitchfork.” (Masanobu Fukuoka, One Straw Revolution)
I love this quote and I believe it to be true. I think of Ayn Rands title to her novel, "Atlas Shrugged" and think that is an apt name for what may be coming for us since the grid was imposed on this land and its inhabitants. I laugh about the zombpocalypse but I know something of that sort must be on its way. Not actual zombies--we already have that with all those working folk dragging around chasing the next best thing. There is just too much disregard for the natural order of things. The settlers burnt all the old forests, fished out all the lakes, turned watershed into sewershed, and wantonly kill anything in their way all in the name of progress. The colonizers and the settlers think that what we are doing is natural. It seems so normal to get up and pick up a phone before doing anything else. To get coffee from a line up at Starbucks or Tims. These things are not natural. If Mother Nature decided to come in with a pitch fork I think most of the modern people will not survive. They don’t even know how to feed themselves and I suspect the land will not be very forthcoming just as it wasn't in the beginning when it was still wild. I hope I am alive to see it. I don’t want to see everyone dead or in pain but I am very interested in how it all turns out.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
Canadian poet Dennis Lee calls it “the great good place of the heart”: some place where we have felt at home in, and at peace with, the world. In that place, we felt full and complete. What is your great good place of the heart? Where were you happiest? What place made you giddy with excitement just at the prospect of visiting it? Have you forgotten that particular places used to make you happy? If so, it may be worth asking a parent or relative or someone who has known you all your life: “What was I into as a child? Were there any favourite places or parks or fields or trees or beaches I always wanted to visit?” Record your observations in your journal.
I am exiled, or more like I have exiled myself because sometimes our happiest, most favourite place can be unhealthy. I am in the bar. Di and Gabbys specifically. I have been coming here for many years now. I wake up and prepare to go there by cleaning the house and listening to music. When I get to Di and Gabbys the smell of old sweat and alcohol that has seeped into the carpet and the very walls accosts me. The acrid smell of cigarettes, the clinking of ice on glass, the talking, the laughter but most of all the greetings from people who are the same as me. "One's too many and a thousands never enough," my Grandfather used to say, giving me a wink. He was like me too. At Di and Gabbys we would play endless games of pool and I would put out my hand and go table to table taking a collection just like they do at church. They would give me change and let me pick the tunes on the jukebox. Then I would play more pool and often win beers. That was my favourite place, where I fit in and I belonged and we sang and danced to juke box music and let the time just go by.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus
May 24th: Modernity & The Crisis of Meaning Sousa, Eduardo. “Re-inhabiting Taddle Creek.” HTO: Toronto’s Water from Lake Iroquois to Lost Rivers to Low-flow Toilets . Edited by Wayne Reeves & Christina Palassio. Toronto: Coach HouseBooks, 2008. 234-247.
The Taddle Creek reading was a fascinating account of man vs nature in the Toronto area. Mark noted that "the grid as imposed on the GTA is colonization in a nutshell" and the taming of Taddle Creek is no exception. The creek that was once enjoyed by University students and used as a source of fresh water became a vector of disease from all the waste that was being dumped into it so the city began to divert it with pipes and culverts. They needed to cover up this watershed to continue using it as a sewershed. This particular creek seemed to be a developers nightmare as it fought back by flooding basements and streets at random times in an effort to resist the grid. In the end, Taddle creek was piped off and buried.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I am learning Respect. I was taught to respect my elders. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to learn even if some of them are really out there. Its still good to offer kindness and respect. What I observe is lack of respect, lack of reverence even for a land that gives us so much. I observe the grid and am impressed with the layers. But the layers are insulating us from our true nature. I am observing people in a lot of mental and emotional pain because of colonization. I am learning that colonization harms both the colonized and the colonizer.
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Journal 2
Mon May 29th-Land Ethics
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
A cold front hit me as I approached the swamp. The cold felt like it had actual winter in it. My regular birds did not greet me--not one toad trilled. I am not sure if the silence is me being a plow or if it is the time of day. I did not fox walk in and I was talking the whole way into my recorder. It took a full 5 mins for the frogs to start. They usually have a really quick refractory time to come back to baseline. I must have loud ugly energy today because usually they don’t barely stop when I come to sit. The wind is strange, warm from the right and back of me but cold from the front. Birds started crashing around in the cattail stocks and I felt like they were being plows to me. I am far from my own calm baseline. The birds crashing around is giving me anxiety. I wonder if its something else--they are so loud. Bugs, ants crawling on me and two now dead mosquito. I am no Buddhist when it comes to bugs trying to infiltrate my skin barrier. Boundaries of keratinized, stratified squamish epithelia; this body is my home, my land. I am cold and it smells good--lilac and deet. Every little thing that touches me, grass, on my foot and ankle, a soft cedar bough on my back, some flowers at my elbow all feel like an invasion. Everything that touches me hurts today. It is a long, hard day. The frogs are almost all quiet again and I want to go home.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman: May
Monkman (2013) says, "cool, damp weather reduces the insect activity to almost zero and, should the cold continue, can seriously jeapardize the possibility of seed production (127). I think I saw this happening at the swamp. The birds were all quiet and the frogs barely peeped with that cold front blowing in. I assume if the bugs are not active then the birds and frogs don’t eat either. Perhaps that is why the Red-wing was so intent on getting what little food was moving around in the rushes. Monkman (2013) says not to put our winter parkas away yet (128) so I am passing that little tidbit on to the frogs and birds. None of us are really thrilled about this cold snap. Monkman (2013) also says that the average date for the last frost for this area is May 17 (129). I am not sure if we got to actual frost but it certainly is cold.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day"
Quote of the Day (May 29th): “If these stories were internalized by a generation of readers, North American society would be fundamentally changed. A basically deracinated and mercantile culture, disrespectful and inconsiderate toward the land in which it lives, might be changed into a culture that feels a real and articulate kinship with the ground beneath its feet.” (Robert Bringhurst)
What a lovely thought but I think that the sheeple will have to take a stand to change this society. We would have to change from a capitalist society to something much more thoughtful. I think we would have to let the Indigenous Elders who still remember lead the way. But we are still finding their babies in mass graves behind churches. Maybe they would not even want to lead these horrible people into a harmonious way of being, although I know some are trying. I'm not sure I would want anything to do with any of us now. In class we talked about how our economic reality determines our mental and emotional baseline. And a vast many of us are struggling for the basics. If we are in survival mode all the time I don’t think we can learn respect and consideration, not to the land or each other. Desperate people do desperate things. I think I really felt that reading about Susana Moodie and Catharine Par Trail. They were all pulled apart, inside and out, and trying to put themselves back together again. Rather than adopting new ways of reverence, they brought their conquering culture with them. I don’t know what it will take for people to want absolute change--the change that is required to be able to internalize what kinship with the land even means. I have seen that most people won't change anything in their lives until they are sick and tired of being sick and tired. I have no idea what sick and tired looks like from an environmental perspective.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
In her book Plants Have So Much To Give Us, All We Have To Do Is Ask, Anishinaabe teacher Keewaydinoquay talks about the importance of remembering that we are not the only beings in this world. Other beings and processes are people too – plants and trees are people, rocks are people, birds and animals and insects are people, rivers and lakes are people. For this exercise, you are asked to choose one non-human being at your sitting spot and introduce them to your reader the way you would introduce one important human friend to another. You are asked, in other words, to commit what in colonial culture is the unforgivable sin of “pathetic fallacy,” or assign human characteristics to a non-human being. Be as wildly creative, funny, original and touching as you dare. Record your results in your journal.
Hi there. This is my friend, Flat Rock. You may know his friend Big Rock out by the road. They don’t see each other often but I see them both so don’t mind relaying greetings. Good-will is important. Anyway, Flat Rock is never lonely because is a memory keeper. He welcomed me happily when I met him hiding behind this little copse of cedar. Flat Rock is a good friend. He is always here when I need someone to talk to. He really knows how to listen. Sometimes when I am worried about something he reminds me to just let it be. He knows a lot about not doing but being. His memory is incredibly long. He remembers ancient times as easily as he remembers these new times of digital everything. If you ask, he will tell you quietly of all recorded and unrecorded history of this place. He speaks only through vibration and will show you how to translate that into man-speak. He speaks all languages. He never forgets what has happened on this land. The birds and the insects and the plants all speak to him so he can record their voices so that you or I might sit quietly one day and accept that knowledge as our own. It is all available through Flat Rock. He is one of the wisest beings in this area. He tells me to let you know that you also are also welcome to come and sit any time.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus: Bringhurst, Robert. "Kâ-kîsikâw-pîhtokêw." The Encyclopedia of Literature in Canada . W.H. New,ed. Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 2002. Kâ-kîsikâw-pîhtokêw. “Bear Woman.” Sacred Stories of the Sweetgrass Cree . Edited by LeonardBloomfield. Saskatoon: Fifth House Publishers, 1993. 57-61. "Stay." Jason Burnstick. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6khQ_ocKLQw&ab_channel=BurnstickMusic
We read to each other in class the story of Bear Woman. In the discussion there were many interpretations of the text. Some thought that Bear Woman came from another tribe to find this husband who they had been told lived alone. Others thought they were already married and she came to bring him home. Brenna and I thought that it was all an illusion, that this man, alone in the winter, in the woods was slowly starving to death. We thought that he was so lonely and hungry that he dreamed of the woman and in the end welcomed a bear into his home and was most likely eaten. But really, none of us know what that story means or what its context is because, to us, the Knowledge is lost or was never given. Marks slides talk about stories being multi-leveled and I think this is one of those stories. In the reading my Bringhurst, (2002) it says that the knowledge keeper may deliberately leave things out, or speak too fast for it to be recorded and I suspect this story is as a riddle to the descendants of settlers as much as it may make sense to someone of the Bear Clan.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I observed animals being directly impacted by the weather. The animals were acting differently than usual. I observed that my nervous system was also attuned to this difference and that I carried discord with me when I went to visit them. This is telling me to try to be more gentle and aware especially when I am feeling unbalanced. This is teaching me consciousness, gentleness and balance.
Weds May 31st-The Primal Land
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
Activity returned pretty quickly to baseline because I am a known entity now. The birds are doing their bird things but the frogs voices are missing. Merlin says there are 11 species in the area. Cedar Waxwing, Song Sparrow, Red-eyed Vireo, Yellow Warbler, Alder Flycatcher, Common Yellowthroat, Red-wing Blackbird, American Robin, Great Crested Flycatcher, American Goldfinch and Northern Cardinal. The edge of the water is now swampy with a lot of pond scum. It doesn’t smell swampy though. I hear a lot of crickets now which is new. My favourite part of the swamp that I take a pic of each time is the old cattails that are still standing from last year. Their fluffy seed pods look like they are melting and sometimes they look like grumpy old men, women or fairies.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman: May
I love the cattails in my sitspot. The new ones are still growing so don’t look like a cattail yet but the old ones are still there with seedpods intact. Monkman (2013) calls them, "an overlooked treasure" (pg 124) and I believe this to be true. I think they are from other realms and consider them kin. I'm not sure where I learned this but Cattails are edible and different parts can be eaten all season, raw or broiled. The leaves can be used for salad and the yellow pollen from the males can be put into other flours for added taste and nutrient. They baby flowers can be boiled and then eaten like corn on the cob. I have personally only had the flour. Maybe this year I will try other parts if the water still smells fresh.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day"
Quote of the Day (May 31st) “Every lake and mountain river has a living presence, different from all the others, each one demanding fresh perception and an expression peculiar to itself.” (Lawren Harris)
Lawren Harris taught me what that quote means in the film Where the River Sings (2016). I saw a man stand with an easel and a paint brush and see a mountain then turn that mountain not just into a work of art but into a concept that is beyond words. Harris and the group of seven saw all kinds of mountain ranges and forests and all manner of natural beauty yet he had the presence to be able to see the thing for what it was rather than what was in his mind from previous encounters. It seems he even changed his techniques to capture each object. I witnessed him turn a mountain into the basic shape of the object and then back into the mountain with its actual essence intact whether it looked like a mountain still or a triangle. He managed to do that and then transfer that understanding to me through a film and I am in awe of his ability to emit this kind of knowledge and experience. I am changed.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
Bring a sketch pad, an empty canvas or some blank paper to your sitting spot, along with a drawing pencil, pencil crayons, or some paints and paint brushes. As part of what anthropologist J.L. Gibson called “an apprenticeship of attention,” choose one aspect of your sitting spot; study it closely and in minute detail; and attempt to sketch, draw, or paint that aspect on paper. How long can you hold your focus, or practice what neurologists call “cognitive endurance”? Can you convey a sense of what Lawren Harris called its ”living presence”? Discuss your process in your journal entry, and include a photograph of your artistic efforts.
For this exercise I chose an old cattail with a broken open seed pod. The pod itself is still fluffy yet it is slowly degrading. Even in its decay it is still beautiful and I suspect capable of releasing seeds to bring new life. I selected the pod that I want to draw and in the spirit of Lawren Harris decided to draw the basic shapes first. Just an oval and then a slender cylinder. Triangles for the leaves. I drew the shadows as shapes too. In the process of shading I tried to take the feeling that I felt from it out of my heart and put it on the paper. It has been many years since I picked up a pencil or a paintbrush so I didn't expect much knowing that what you don’t use you lose. I ended up taking a picture of it to work on later. I am grateful to be given the opportunity to reclaim a small bit of my adolescent self. I love this module the best so far.
Drawing here
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus
Raymont, Peter & Nancy Lang. "Where the Universe Sings." White Pine Productions, 2016. 59mins. 4/28/23, 6:08 PM CAST-2041H-A: Canada: The Land (2023SU - Peterborough Campus) https://my.trentu.ca/portal/applications/syllabus/detailPrint.php?syllabusId=26647 6/8 https://www.knowledge.ca/program/where-universe-sings-spiritual-journey-lawren-harris
I knew of the group of seven and have seen many of their paintings admiring the beauty of many of these impressions. I did not realize however that I was looking at what was the beginning of Harris' abstract work. When he says that a mountain becomes a triangle and that triangle is then made central in many different paintings, a light went on in my head and I finally "understood" abstract art, at least from Harris description and perspective. That may be one of the biggest gifts that I received in this class. To be able to perceive and appreciate something I never understood before. I received true knowledge when I watched that film. Thank-you.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings.
I observed a man look at a mountain and see a triangle yet not make the idea of the triangle any less beautiful or powerful than the mountain itself. This is telling me that I am never too old to understand something, to see something new. This is teaching me the beauty of Knowledge, that it can come at any time and is never any less powerful regardless of what I think I already know. This is teaching me to expect to experience wonder and enlightenment at any moment.
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Mon June 5th-He Who Walks by Night
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
Today we are at Windy Pine. The bugs are the first thing I notice but deet a la grid takes care of that particular issue. Gotta love a good pesticide. The air is damp and smells like earth and woods, all things good. I decompress in my bus as I prepare for an evening with friends. It is very quiet. There is no electrical sounds, no EMF that my body picks up and deposits in my nervous system. I even disconnect the inverter so no electric is running anywhere through the bus. I feel my nervous system get as quiet as my surroundings. I do not hear many birds. As I walk I see pine needles everywhere. The ground is soft with pine needles. I can see the big pine on a jutting embankment on my right and think that is the iconic tree that this place is named for. I will go there today to pay homage and hug the tree. Trees are people too.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman: June-July
We sat on the rock overlooking the lake and tried to Merlin a bird that we could hear farther away. It reminded me of Monkman's (2013) description of a Breeding Bird Survey. I had no idea people did this and was kind of awed by the idea that people will drive 40kms and stop 50 times for 3 minutes each to record the bird species that they hear and see. Monkman (2013) says he records 65 species on his route near Peterborugh and again I am so impressed with this man and his dedication to nature (pg 132). Monkman also says that cottagers are saying they don't see very many swallow anymore and I think about the relative bird silence here compared to my Peterborough or even my father's sitting spot. Monkman suspects that pesticides are killing the bugs that many birds eat so without food the bird population declines (pg 136). We pass around a bottle of deet and watch Merlin listen for birds. The grid is live and strong infiltrating our lives even as we attempt to escape it.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting;
Choose a tree anywhere on the property and see if you can identify it either from memory or with the help of a friend. Touch the bark of this tree and see if you can invent a neologism or a new word that describes how it feels Eg sluffy. Teach your new word to a friend and vice versa.
A class mate and I went to find our tree and we were drawn to what I think is the Windy Pine namesake. It lives on an outcrop of land near one of the cabins. This big tree feels welcoming and strong in its vibration. I am compelled to hug this tree which is something I haven't done since I was a teenager. As an adult I will put my hands on a tree or lean on it to exchange vibration and healing but have stopped the practice of hugging. The energy comes through as incredibly calm infused with love and gentleness. There is wisdom in this tree and I am happy. I feel the bark and name it Silkyloverougherly. My exercise buddy also hugged the tree and named the feeling of the tree Grandgantic.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus: Monkman, Drew. "June: Endless Days and the Urgency of Life." Nature's Year: Changing Seasons in Central and Eastern Ontario. Toronto: Dundurn, 2012. 131-156. Grey Owl. "The Tree." Tales Of An Empty Cabin . Toronto: Key Porter Books, 1998.103-126. Albert Braz. “St. Archie of the Wild: Grey Owl’s Account of his Natural Conversion.” In Other Selves: Animals in the Canadian Literary Imagination. Edited by Janice Fiamengo. Ottawa: University of Ottawa Press, 2007. 206-226.
As I witness Windy Pine and all of its natural beauty, I think of Grey Owl's story of the Tree. I think of how these trees, here in this place called Windy Pine, witnessed the rise, the maintenance and then the fall of a nation of Indigenous people. These pines witnessed the settlers coming in and building their cottages, felling their friends and changing the landscape to suit themselves. I wonder if Grey Owl saw, in the beaver that he so cared for, a reflection of himself and a reflection of the settlers, for beavers also change their landscape. But with more natural predators nature keeps the beaver in check maintaining balance. People are unbalanced now and they have unbalanced the natural world. I think about the women that came here from the city to live their private lives away from a society who could not even fathom what they were. They came here for safety and ease of being. I also think about how this land inspired a British settler and trapper to become an "Indian" during a time when no one wanted to be an Indian, and who transformed from a killer of creatures to a conservationist in St Archie of the Wild. And I think THIS is what connection with the land brings to people: Connection and reason for being. Connection with the land, love of the land, creates connection to others and to one's own nature. I think that if one cant love and care for and protect nature then one will surely destroy themselves and when I return to the grid I will witness that too.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I observed a natural beauty still relatively untouched by man. I observed people coming together to just be on the land. I observed this a sacred. I observed that the land is a natural healer and protector of its inhabitants even if it has to balance that protection within a system of predator and prey. I witnessed the grid as the voracious predator and how it has been imposed upon the earth. This is telling me that balance will be restored. This is telling me that a man-made grid will not prevail over the balance of the earth itself. This is teaching me to seek balance. This is teaching me acceptance.
Weds June 7-The Outsiders
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
I saw a hummingbird but didn’t know what kind it was. I was waiting to see the 3 loons that sometimes show up and who are believed to be the bird version of the benefactors of Windy Pines. I did see one so am hoping the other two are okay I randomly wonder if the loons die does that mean that spirits can die in the afterlife? I was hoping that being immersed in nature would quell some of those kinds of thoughts but…no matter where you go--there you are. The lake is very still and the air is cool. It has been wonderful to have cool nights for sleeping so I don’t have to open windows in the bus. I haven't got my mosquito screens up yet. I see dragon flies and ants and a beaver or muskrat swimming in the lake.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman
As soon as I opened Monkman's book, I saw the words Ruby throated hummingbird and laughed about the synchronicity. We saw a hummingbird while we sat on the rocks but no one knew the name of it. Mark probably did but didn’t offer it up so it was fun to have it presented to me through Drew's book seemingly by accident. Apparently loons are on nests right now so rather than being dead and therefore killing their spirit people, they are most likely very much alive and making more just like them for future generations of Windy Pine visitors to marvel about. Monkman (2013) says, that humans will easily drive a loon from her nest which will cool the eggs or allow a predator in to take them. There is barely a cottager here right now so I assume they are happily warming eggs. Loon eggs will hatch by the end of the month and then the babies will need six weeks of protection from the parents. That seems like too much time needed before cottagers show up in force with jet skis and other motorized vehicles. Monkman says it’s the boat waves that cause the most disturbance to loons nesting along the shore (pg 134). I think a conservation law should be passed about motorized boats on the lake during nesting times but fighting the grid means fighting the property owners who's rights are paramount to the well-being and lives of every other living thing. Colonization at its finest.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting
Paying attention to the sun is a crucial part of the work of any place-based people. See if you can figure out where the sun rises and where it sets a Windy Pine. Make a point of observing one of the sunsets alone or with friends, either on the cliff, at your Windy Pine sitting spot, or in a canoe in the middle of the lake. Attend to this task in the spirit of "noble silence."
We went out in canoes and saw the sun set. We had 3 canoes and Mark was on his paddle board. I could not look directly at it as my vampire eyes were only allowing a certain amount of light to reach me so I witnessed it by watching the shadows change on the trees directly across from the sun's setting. We chatted away for a while and then we all became silent (I think at Mark's reminder of ("noble silence") and I felt my energy go down with the sun. At my age, if 50 is the new 40 then 9pm is the new midnight. I was reminded of he sunset ritual in Key West where many people gather every single evening to watch the sun go down. One friend described it as being the final event after all the events of the day. After the sun had set we paddled to a creek that ran off the lake and saw a Great Blue Heron. I think we frightened it because it was acting crazy as it flew towards the woods and then back to the water. Perhaps there was a nest there and it was diverting us. If so it certainly worked because I had no idea where it actually wanted to be. As we paddled back I was very grateful for this Windy Pines experience.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus. Harrison, Julia. "Retreat and Freedom at the Canadian Cottage: An early Feminist Story." Tourism and Wellness: Travel for the Good of All? Edited by Bryan Grimwood, Heather Mari, Kellee Aton and Meghan Muldoon. Lanham, ML: Lexington Books, 2018. 96-114. Suzuki, David. "My Happy Childhood in Racist British Columbia." David Suzuki: The Autobiography .Vancouver: Greystone Books, 2006.
For this reflection I want to focus on some of the similarities, what feel like continuances, to the reading and our experience at Windy Pine. There is a picture of 8 women--the core group that spent time at Windy Pine. This group included, Flora and Mary, who are the founders, and who in the reading are the spirit of two loons who frequent the property. By the time my group attended Windy Pine there were three, the third I whom I assume is their lifelong friend Mally. Mally died 20 years later than Flora and Mary so I suppose this delay is how the two loons in the reading became three in our ontological exercise syllabus. We started out with a bigger group for dinner but a few had to leave so by the time we were cleaning up, chatting, doing puzzles and reading the journals there were 8 women just like in the picture. This comradery set the tone for the time we spent at Windy Pine. The reading talks about Windy Pine as a safe place for the women to gather and just be themselves and this is exactly what we did. We planned brunch and dinner the next day, we broke off and came back together in small groups and as individuals, each person going with the ebb and flow of the day and with each others rhythms. Someone thought it would be good to go for a swim and then someone else thought they would go too. Within an hour everyone was waiting on everyone else to be ready to go. A couple girls had already been down to the steps that lead into the water so it was decided that is where we would all go. Single file down the path we went, happy banter echoing off the lake. It seemed to take forever for each woman to brave the cool waters but eventually we were all in but one. We called on Mark to come out and swim because he had been conspicuously absent for most of our time and some of us were worried about his welfare. I had the paddle board and took two girls, one at a time for a swim/drag into deeper waters. I dropped one off then picked up the girl from the shore which started our "bathing suit beauty contest" (pg 106). Interestingly, a few of the girls hadn't read the article so didn’t know they were participating in a familiar ritual performed by the original women of Windy Pines. I watched as the girl I was towing on the board was coached into poses by another with all telling her how beautiful she was. I towed her back in and one by one we filed out of the water to find our individual spaces to get ready for dinner. The experience of Windy Pine was a lovely break from daily routines in the city. It also brought 8 women together to share meals, stories and encouragement in a beautiful and natural setting just like it did for 8 other women more than 70 years ago.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I observed people of all backgrounds coming together to share experience strength and encouragement in a natural setting. I observed communication and connection. I observed good-will and co-operation. This is telling me that people can achieve harmony amongst themselves in the right environment. This is showing me how isolated I am in my own world. This is teaching me how to connect with people in a healthy and safe way. This is teaching me about community.
Mon June 12-Strangley Like a War
i) firsthand observations from your sitting spot
I only came out to my sitting spot once after Windy Pine. I came only for a few minutes to say goodbye. The place welcomed me like an old friend but most of the animals were silent. I heard no toads or frogs and all the nesting birds seemed to be done with those nests. Or maybe they don’t believe in good-bye either. Until we meet again. I checked a nest I had found on the ground and it was empty. I suspect predators got to it because it was so close to the road. The path in, that I had wondered whether it was a deer trail, turned out to be a dog trail. Between myself and the dogs that used it, we had worn it through to the bare earth. I said goodbye to the little copse of cedars who had greened up beautifully. The smell of the swamp was still fresh. Now there were water striders on the surface and water beetles below. I said goodbye to the water and my beloved cattails. I put my foot on my rock and thanked it for its space and time. I walked back to the bus feeling peace.
ii) connections between your sitting spot experiences and the relevant chapters by Peterborough field naturalist Drew Monkman:
I have been interested in why I chose the sitspot that I did because my only parameter was that it needed to be near Trent and preferable where I could sleep. I walked down the road and headed towards the swamp, not knowing it was a swamp until I got there. The path I followed was not defined yet but it felt like it was a path nonetheless and I assumed deer used it in the winter to avoid the road and to use the cedar trees as camouflage. When it turned out to be a dog path I wonder if I had followed the "scent" of the dogs to an interesting place or if they followed me. I only visited the site 5 times a week for a few weeks but within that timeframe the path was well worn. I wasn’t able to come up with anything directly connecting my sitspot visit to Monkmans work so because of my interest in the path that I share with other species to get to my spot, I looked up the word "path" in Monkman's (2013) book and found in the June chapter how orchids cross-pollinate: Bees have to follow a predetermined path once they enter a an orchid. Because of the shape of the flower a bee must enter through the petals but exit through the top, picking up pollen along the way. When they go into another orchid they have to follow that same path so end up leaving pollen from the previous orchids resulting in cross-pollination and the continuation of the species (pg 150). Cool.
iii) a one-paragraph discussion "quote of the day" Quote of the Day: "This is where I want to be. Here and nowhere else."(Andrew Forbes)
This quote refers to the reading today called, "Inundation Day." The man, while sitting in the kitchen of the woman he wishes to be with, is listening to her interact with her daughter. He is very happy about this turn of events, since she approached him at his home and asked for his help. This invitation is the catalyst for him thinking he would not want to be anywhere else but where he is. His home is zoned for destruction so maybe is hoping to find a new home with this woman. I also feel that these kinds of thoughts are indicative of someone who is present--in the now--and living a happy moment that feels perfect to him. He is feeling connected.
iv) a one-paragraph description of the "Ontological Exercise" you are to carry out at your sitting spot once per course meeting:
For five weeks now, you have made an attempt to get to know a particular place. You’ve been visiting your sitting spot regularly, and paying attention to the comings and goings of other forms of life, and thinking about the complex interactions between human beings and Canadian landscapes through time. Go back and review some of your earlier journal entries. Do you detect any evidence of your own learning? Have you improved your own “ecological literacy”? Are you someplace different in your understanding of the land? If the answer is “yes,” you are invited to think about how you might give back to the land, and, in so doing, put into practice another facet of what we have been calling “the protocols of place”: learning to say thank you. In other cultures, gratitude towards a specific place is considered the height of sophisticated human expression. What might you offer your sitting spot for all it has taught you this semester? And is it worth continuing this relationship after this course is done? How?
I feel have healed a lot through this course. I am clearer now on why I feel so disenfranchised. I came into the course in deep contemplation and with some trauma around a workplace specifically and society in general. What I found in the course is that I experienced a very basic by-product of colonization. The workplace as I experienced it is a structure within the grid that is only designed to give power to very few. What I witnessed, though, is that power does not exist without my direct participation. So I left to be with the land. Like I expressed early in the course, the retreat to academia and specifically the place of it called, Trent University, is helping me heal from a lifetime of being beaten by the grid and those who thrive in that structure. My sitspot gave me a place to observe within the outline of the course a more pure way of being. I did indeed improve my ecological literacy by learning and in some cases re-remembering a good number of plants and animal's names. I also rekindled some of my childhood feelings of symbiosis and peace with the living creatures having spent my formative years running free along the Humber River. My parents were very much in the spirit of letting me explore my environment as long as I was in when the street lights came on. My way of thank-you to my sitspot was a living thank-you that means not killing anything at all aside from the odd mosquito in defense, leaving no garbage behind, taking out any garbage that I did find, respecting the nesting birds by not getting too close and just sending good-will to the area while I was there. The relationship is well worth continuing but I will probably love it from afar as I move around a lot and have many other natural spaces (friends) to spend time with. I came to this sitspot a wounded warrior but finished much more peaceful than when I began.
v) one paragraph reflecting critically on weekly course readings that appear on the syllabus Forbes, Andrew. “Inundation Day.” Lands and Forests. Halifax & Picton: Invisible Publishing, 2019. 5-20. McKay, Don. Selections from Long Sault. Angular Unconformity: Collected Poems 1970-2014. Fredericton: Goose Lane Editions, 2014.
Like the people in the town of Forbes, Inundation Day, I know what it feels like to lose a place to live in the name of "progress." The last two place I rented in Peterborough were both scheduled for demolition. One is a bare field now and the other is a strip mall with apartments on top. The last place I lived in before I moved into the bus over a year ago had to remove me because they were expanding their business and needed the space. They told me they needed to renovate for their children to move in but we all knew that was a lie and that post-covid it was all about money. The thing about the grid is it doesn’t care about people. They seemed to have built it for people but really people are used to fulfill the needs of the grid which is mostly about capitalism and neo-liberalism. He with the most money wins! The man leaves Poppy to find another home because the grid needed to wash his space away. That feeling of homelessness never leaves a person once they have witnessed the physical structure of their living space disappear or be lost to them in some other unreturnable way I think this loss created, in the man, a sense of restlessness so he left, hoping he could reclaim his belonging somewhere else. Unable to make Poppy his "home" nor she through her grief of the loss of her husband make him her "home" they were also separated in the name of progress.
vi) one paragraph per entry applying Jon Young's so-called "sacred question" ("What did you observe? What is this telling you? What is this teaching you?") either in relation to something you have observed at your sitting spot or encountered in the readings
I observed people in power making decisions that benefitted the grid rather than the inhabitants of the grid. I observed that connection is very much attached to places. I observed that community can make people feel "at home" but it is also fleeting without a natural space to keep that community grounded. This is teaching me that because of colonialism and the grid home is something that needs to be carried within because if it is attached to a place or a person then homelessness is often the result.