I left my house this morning while the stars were still out, realizing that I couldn’t remember the last time I got up that early. I scrambled with my cup of coffee and headed for the Shubenacadie River, as I have been doing so much lately. The sun came up as we were driving, and I arrived at the Treaty Truckhouse while the water was still calm, and steaming slightly in the cool morning air. Cool is actually a gentle word – before long I put on my winter coat despite the fact that it is only September.
I went there for the closing of a four-day sacred fire held by Mi’kmaq leaders of the Alton Gas resistance, and to support elders in making specific demands of the company and the government. We moved from the truckhouse to the entrance of the work site to hold a press conference, and to wait for a response from our premier, Stephen McNeil.