As summer draws to an end, it feels a tad bittersweet. Although I love summer bbqs, swimming, and Pow Wows, I look forward to summer winding down. Since childhood Fall has always been my fav. The fresh crisp air, new beginnings as another school year starts and preparing for winter (which of course means Christmas and snow days).

My family, along with other tribal families have experienced tremendous loss this past year and because of that I have made a concerted effort to spend more time with loved ones and prioritize family time (without feeling guilty). By far the best trip this year has been taking my mom on her first Canoe Journey (and mine). The laughter, storytelling and memories we made are priceless. I even created a note file in my phone of “funny things mom says” because she made me laugh so hard and so often. Or when we drove through Tacoma and she nonchalantly said, did I ever tell you about the time I lived in Tacoma? Which led to an hour of wonderful conversation and stories that I’ll forever treasure.

Canoe Journey sparked a sense of rejuvenation for both me and my mom. Witnessing the protocol traditions, the sharing of food, songs and gifts was not only good medicine but also a good reminder that healing is a journey and not a destination. I felt immense gratitude to our ancestors who sacrificed so much and equally to the land which also carries memory and deserves healing. 

We’re never promised a new day so cherish every moment, my quest is to find more healing in laughter and this is my invitation for you to join me (I’ll even try not to cringe if you poke a little fun my way, it’s been happening this week and I endured). 

Hayu Masi, stay well.

Michael Cherry