The Kermode Spirit Bear
On the misty islands of Haida Gwaii,
the spirits walk
and sometimes sing.
I have been told they also wail.
the spirits walk
and sometimes sing.
I have been told they also wail.
The ancient totems of SGaang Gwaay*
lean and topple onto the land
where the Haida thrived
lean and topple onto the land
where the Haida thrived
for 17,000 years.
If one is reverent, and listens
If one is reverent, and listens
with her heart,
she might sometimes hear
she might sometimes hear
the wailing of those ancient spirits,
the thousands who died
after the settlers came,
a desolate, inconsolable grieving
that the land remembers,
carried on the ocean breeze.
the thousands who died
after the settlers came,
a desolate, inconsolable grieving
that the land remembers,
carried on the ocean breeze.
The cedars stand tall today
along protected shores,
where the white Spirit Bear
and grey wolf families
move peacefully through their
days and nights.
Mother Orca eats well here,
in this remote archipelago,
where it is more difficult
for our grasping machines
to reach and to destroy.
along protected shores,
where the white Spirit Bear
and grey wolf families
move peacefully through their
days and nights.
Mother Orca eats well here,
in this remote archipelago,
where it is more difficult
for our grasping machines
to reach and to destroy.
The Haida fought for forest,
and for sea,
cast off the settlers’ name
for the land they loved,
claimed it back as Haida Gwaii,
and for sea,
cast off the settlers’ name
for the land they loved,
claimed it back as Haida Gwaii,
the Islands of the People,
strong and free.
strong and free.
My soul walks there
each time I think of it,
(a home where I have never lived),
padding softly through the forest
with mother wolf.
It walks along the shore
with Spirit Bear.
I hear the whisper of spirit voices
padding softly through the forest
with mother wolf.
It walks along the shore
with Spirit Bear.
I hear the whisper of spirit voices
in the trees,
the song of an ancient people,
my footsteps gentle
on this wild
and ancient land.
the song of an ancient people,
my footsteps gentle
on this wild
and ancient land.
Totems from the 1890's
*SGaang Gwaay is the Haida name for the World
Heritage site formerly known as Ninstints, where the ancient totem poles are now protected, and where it is said the
spirits of the dead can sometimes be heard wailing, by those with heart enough to hear.
Haida Gwaii has always called to me, for its
pristine wilderness, remoteness and wild beauty. Its people are hardy and
self-sufficient, having survived its untamed landscape and
stormy winters for thousands of years.
Haida Village in the 1890's
Called the Queen Charlotte Islands during the colonial
era, it was reclaimed, appropriately, as Haida Gwaii, “the Islands of the
People”, in 2010.
The Haida are culturally strong. Because of the
archipelago’s remoteness, off the north-west coast of British Columbia, it has been more difficult for development to
decimate it, although it tried. The Haida fought hard for decades to protect the old growth,
which was being clearcut.
In 1985, the Haida Nation designated Gwai Hanaas a “Haida
Heritage Site", blockading successfully to stop logging in some areas. However,
logging continued in others, while the Haida fought on. Finally, in 1993, Haida
and government signed the Gwai Hanaas Agreement, designating it a national park
preserve.
In 2010 the marine waters were protected also, by the
establishing of the Gwaii Hanaas National Marine Conservation Area.
The Great Bear rainforest is the largest coastal
temperate rainforest in the world, comprising over six million hectares. The
B.C. government recognized it in 2016, protecting 85% of its forest. The white
Spirit Bear lives in this forest, a mythical and revered animal.
The Haida are a matrilineal society, divided into
two groups, the Raven and the Eagle. When it comes time to marry, a person must
marry someone from the other group.
Property, title, crests, masks, and songs are passed
down through the mother’s side.
SGaang Gwaay today
Totem poles tell the story of each First Nations
family, reflecting their clan history. Each animal on the totem, as well as its
placement, has significance.
Upon contact in the late 1800's, the population of 8000 was decimated,
only 589 surviving by 1915. The Haida have rebounded to 5,000 people now. Declining fish
stocks and forest resources have led to the development of new approaches to
financial survival, including tourism, secondary wood manufacturing and the
arts.
For Brendan’s prompt at Real Toads: Totems. Since
totem poles are a part of the landscape I live in, I thought I would write
about real, rather than personal, totems. I know a woman who recently
visited SGaang Gwaii, among the toppling ancient poles. I asked her if she felt the ancient energy there. She said she could hear wailing,
the grieving of thousands of ghosts, those who died from smallpox, as she stood
on that sacred land.
Sources:
discoveringourstory.wisdomoftheelders.org
thecanadianencyclopedia.ca
fngovernance.org
Wow, this is fascinating! I am so glad you decided to include all the back story. I am so glad that most of the land is protected, now.
ReplyDeleteSuch an enchanted heartfelt totem island song. The backstory makes it also so true. I'm happy it is protected, and it has singers like you.
ReplyDeleteI too have always been called by Haida Gwaii; my heart literally skips beats .... I feel both a sense of longing in mourning and a deep reverence ... in great humility; it is a most special place, truly, sacred.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem Sherry, and I like the direction you went with this, in the prompt - focusing on Totem Poles and the rich history and culture of this most incredible place (after all, for some, personal totems are truly intimate and shouldn't be disclosed).
What a wonderful, wonderful piece!! Thank you Sherry!!
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ReplyDeleteI love your poem. The place sounds positively mythic! You told the story well and fully in verse, and I was also glad to read the detailed prose explanation.
ReplyDeleteFascinating - {Poem and follow-up). We are truly lucky to be able to "travel" through the internet and all the documentaries and information we can gather never ceases to amaze me.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing, Sherry, but then I expected an excellent totem poem from you! Thank you for the enlightening background information, too.
ReplyDeleteI do hope the spirit of the white bear still walks the land - but for how much longer? So many devastating tales of human and animal suffering, with only dire predictions of mass extinction.
ReplyDeleteYou bring out the voices of the ancients in a spectacular haunting fashion! I almost hear them myself!
ReplyDeleteLoved reading the poem, and the history. I enjoyed the pictures also.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing this history of a place unfamiliar to me. I have such a strong desire to go there now. Beautifully written poem, Sherry!
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