CARR SAPPIER

“Help me carry our stories. Even the painful ones. Teach me how to hold them with strength and honour. Help keep lightness in my footsteps and in my walk. Cleanse my eyes, my spirit and heart from heavy burden and seep the sickness out of my blood because it does not belong to me. Show me see the sacredness in my Wolastoq (River) spirit and clear me of any dams. Lead me to ocean like trout in brooks and streams chanting songs of who I am. Wolastoqew. I come from the mighty beautiful river that was once full of salmon.”