The late autumn night was cold... We gathered on the Cedar farm near Spirit river to honour and remember those who have gone before us. We were a large group of mixed age with diverse background and belief systems. We felt united as we walked across the land, our lanterns and torches brightening the northern sky. There was poetry, song, celebration, meditation and wonder. We spoke the names of the dead. Our circle drew nearer to the fire. White stones were buried; seeds were planted in the earth. This night was an ending, a beginning. Christina designed the ceremony; we all owned it. She led unubtrusively with respect, flexibility, grace and honour.


Catherine McLaighlin. Poet, Photographer, Freelance Writer,Grande Prairie, A.B.

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