It was a magical moment, one of many this summer of discovery.
Every night I’ve been here, I’ve made note of what time the sun sets and no matter what… step out onto the deck to enjoy the slow slip of the sun below the horizon. Now in deep August, I notice every single day how the earths position is changing and the angle of the sun shifting lower in the sky signals the inevitable end of summer…
Tonight though, it was magic when I stepped out as sunbeams danced through windblown branches to tease my cheeks and camera all the same…yet when I checked my camera afterwards, the sun beams captured so exquisitely that I caught my breath and enjoyed the moment all over again.
Even in night, this sunflower seems to be striving, reaching towards the little light the moon offers, a beacon in the dark until dawn breaks and brings the light of a new day…and new growth… with it.
But with every sunset I see at night, I remember how slowing losing more minutes every day as we move towards autumn…for Ken and Arlene Boon, means losing precious time to be on the land that has been in their family for generations.
And the joy I feel in the surroundings around me is diminished because despite the joy of this summer I cannot forget that none of it is being taken from me. It will all still be here after Christmas. I can come here next year and see the same trees, the same lakes, the same berries.
I can’t say the same for Ken and Arlene. Or Yvonne Tupper, or Helen Knott, or any of the residents and First Nations who will lose not only land, but spiritual, medicinal and hunting grounds to expedited Site C construction if someone in our governments doesn’t see sense to stand up and stop this travesty.
I’m not in the sacrifice zone, aptly described by Caleb Behn. And a sacrifice it is to lose areas inherent to your culture, your family and your history… to have it all taken from you again: Site C is even designated a heritage river by the BC government, yet the rich cultural heritage of the area seems to mean little now to current premier Clark who’s vowed to get it past the point of no return.Not because it’s the right project. Because she wants to say she was the premier who built the the largest infrastructure project in BC history.
Is this the kind of province we are now BC? One who claims to be so proud of who we are and what makes us different,yet we stand by and allow this to happen? No…it’s not the BC I think we are. Nor the BC I think we should be.
As I explore these long days of summer in my new home, a valley also rich with culture, fully immersed in the history and present use of this land, exploring the past and future with residents old and new, I know with all certainty that we have reached a crux point in BC.
We can’t go back. And yet… we can’t move forward on the path we are headed without acknowledging the loss of many critical aspects of who and what we are as a province.
My children may not be able to afford to live where there is work. Your children may not be able to work where they can afford to live. The changes are happening all around us with many only realizing when its too late… or only when it impacts them personally. Then the lights go on, they wake up and say..” How could this happen? How did it become this way?”
Sadly at that point it’s too late to do anything at all. But there’s hope, and it all rests on your shoulders. Yes, you bear the responsibility for where and how we got here every single time you’ve voted, every time you’ve ignored an issue and every time you stood up for something that was right. It all starts and ends with you.
And it’s time to take a few moments and think about what kind of legacy you want to leave, not what legacy our premier wants to leave.
Because we’ve hit a point B.C.,where each of us needs to decide what kind of province we are going to be,and how we are going to get there.
That’s part of what this amazing, rejuvenating and spiritually grounding summer has been all about for me…I know where I stand and what kind of future I want to see for BC…do you?