I have been reading this incredible book, The Inconvenient Indian by Thomas King, and it is one of those rare reads that creeps into your thoughts and seeps into your dreams at random. It stays with you. I’m only half way through it, but I find myself not haunted by it, because that sounds way too threatening for its sarcastic tone, but I am often reminded of its storyline and conscious of the underlying comment on our society and our collective treatment of native land and people.
Then, while out for an early morning run in Riviere de Loup, Quebec, a town I had never before visited and was captivated by the vistas and charm of the downtown, I rounded a corner where the St. Lawrence River was on one side and steep cliffs on the other and this glaring out to the open waters:
This mural-on-rock portrait in full regalia. I spent the rest of the run feeling pursued by this massive reminder that we are always on their land in this country.
Book meets rock meets run meets mindfulness.