The Quest to Belong (Caleb)

I grew up extremely curious but cautious.  I did not have very many places to really see or experience native culture, or at least First Nations culture on the prairies. A lot of the art and expe...

People Back Home (Caleb)

Last week I was given the opportunity to express my needs to a group of elders, lawyers and a judge. I’m very thankful for that opportunity and am even more grateful for the feeling that my voice...

The spirits and prayer (Caleb)

In spite of where I am and the position I’ve put myself in I feel optimistic about my life.  ​Sometimes it’s hard, but because of my understanding of the Medicine Path, I can navigate situat...

The Net Was Not There (Caleb)

I bear the primary responsibility for my actions. During my last relapse, it was I who left the recovery house. I picked up drugs at 4 am. I didn’t fight for myself. But recovery is not just a ma...

Have I Lost My Ability to Believe?

Caleb, my son, is back in jail. After a three-month “run” on heroin, cocaine and other cocktails, he was picked up on a breach of the conditions of his release. No new charges; only the past with...

Waiting for News While On the Edge

The tide was out, and the gulls were quiet, floating just offshore of Rathtrevor Beach. The tide would turn soon but, at this moment, the air was fresh, scented with just a tinge of seaweed, the breez...

Staying Afloat in Waves of Grief

Twice in four days I turned for a last look, once knowing I would never see her again, the other wondering if this was my last glimpse of him. Two weeks ago Thursday night, my wife Gaye and I saw...