I’ve been home a couple of hours, mostly cleaning the house and cleaning up my email inbox. I probably won’t do much more blogging tonight, but I have a treat for you. Lance has several posts up on his impressions after doing a grocery run for the Poundmaker Working Group. The first;
I found Democracy and it wasn’t in a Greek text, it wasn’t in England, it wasn’t in Regina, it wasn’t in “parliamentary tradition”. I found Democracy in the hearts and minds of thirty people trying to get their little piece of the world back in their hands. It was in the majority of the band backing them, it was in Tyrone Tootoosis picking out the groceries, and Diane filming the reenactment of the move from Jacob’s place to the present site of the Band office (not quite, but only a km away). Democracy was in Marvin recounting the accident on the Pow-Wow grounds. Democracy shone and the clouds parted. They’ve finished sitting, the trail did not grow over, they are finding their way back.