Above my village are ancient burial places carved from the living rock by hands from an almost unimaginable age.
Sitting in such places one cannot but feel the wisdom of time, connections to past and insights into the present.
“The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle.
But he will not make friends with any of these creatures and when his heart aches with longing, he will curse me.
Have I done all to keep the air fresh?
Have I cared enough about the water?
Have I left the eagle to soar in freedom?
Have I done everything I could to earn my grandchild’s fondness?”
Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh (1899 – 1981)
Photos: Stone age burial caves near Facinas. Courtesy of the author.