Great Lakes Water Walk: #BecauseOfWater

Nibi, Gizaagi’igo, Gimiigwechiwenimigo, Gizhawenimigo

Water, we love you, we thank you, we respect you

Nibi Nagamowin (The Water Song)

We make our way through J.C. Saddington park to the waterfront where beautiful Lake Ontario stretches before our eyes. Bathed in early morning light, its waters glisten and melt into the coral sky.

Lake Ontario in the morning

Lake Ontario bathed in morning light, one of the reasons we joined Great Lakes Water Walk

These waters that feed our bodies and souls are the reason we are here so early on a Sunday morning, on what will turn out to be the hottest day of the year. Because of Water, we are part of the Nibi Mosewin Onji Nayaano-nibiimaang Gichigamiin Great Lakes Water Walk, an Indigenous-led event calling on people of all creeds and ancestries to honour, respect and protect water.

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Great Lakes Water Walk

We walk #BecauseOfWater

Indigenous peoples of Turtle Island have always believed that Water or Nibi is alive. It has its own spirit, it has memory. Once upon a time the rest of us knew it too. But somewhere along the way we forgot. We gave in to our economic system that demanded everything should have a price. So we imprisoned water into plastic and attached a price tag. We disrespect this precious gift, pollute our oceans with garbage, and turn our rivers and lakes into toxic sludge. Forgetting that if our waters are sick, then so are we. We are almost 70 per cent water after all.

mural in Marie Curtis Park

It’s time we re-imagined our relationship with Water

Fortunately, that memory of the sacred spirit of Water still lives inside us. In all those modern day  rituals that involve water. In crowds that flock to lakes, rivers and oceanside to splash, swim, paddle or simply sit by the edge and listen.

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Hundreds of people joined the walk to show respect for and commit to protect Water

It is those memories that brought together hundreds of people to walk with Grandmother Josephine and other elders in honour of the Great Lakes. Water Walks were started by Anishinaabe Elder from Manitoulin Island Josephine Mandamin who in 2003 began her trek around Lake Superior to raise awareness around the need to respect and protect this magnificent body of water. Since then, she has walked around all five Great Lakes and along St. Lawrence River. Her colossal endeavour has also inspired water walks all through Turtle Island. For Toronto, however, this event was first of a kind inviting people to honour the beautiful Lake Ontario and multiple streams and rivers  — the lifelines of our city.

mouth of credit river in the morning    mouth of Etobicoke Creek

mouth of Mimico Creek    Lake Ontario

Lake Ontario and multiple streams and rivers, Toronto’s lifelines

The Great Lakes Water Walk started in two groups in the opposite ends of Greater Toronto Area, collecting water in copper buckets from Credit and Humber in the West, Rouge and Don River in the east, eventually coming together at the foot of Toronto and culminating in a water blessing ceremony and a celebration.

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Great Lakes Water Walk

Two groups of water walkers come together for a water blessing ceremony and celebration

We joined the western group, small at first but steadily growing as we made our way along the 20 kilometre route. Just like a small stream burgeons, eventually turning into a mighty river.

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Our group of walkers kept growing like a stream burgeoning into a river 

We walked through parks and residential areas, across bridges and along the waterfront. Lake Ontario never too far away, shimmering, dancing, whispering of other waters near and far.

Lake Ontario

Lake Ontario, always closeby, whispering of other waters near and far

It whispered of the sweet, crystal clear water in my grandparents’ well. That first refreshing sip I can almost taste. My reflection shimmering in a bucket. Water splashing down my legs as I carry the bucket into the house. Of a lively brook that hugged my grandparents’ orchard. I loved wading through it, my feet numb with cold, picking leaves of mint that grew along the edge, rubbing them between my fingers to release the smell. Of a restless mountain river that ran through the city of my childhood. Of all the powerful, relentless streams around the world that carve rocks and cut through stone.

River Prut in Chernivtsi Ukraine

River Prut, the river of my childhood

Of the awe-inspiring expanse of Great Lakes and enticing waters of their smaller cousins across Ontario. The waters that I have so often explored in a canoe. The waters that have soothed me, wrapped me in their morning mist, and tested my resolve and stamina on more than one occasion. Of the joyful singing of a waterfall in the spring and of crushing waves of the Atlantic. Of the water’s playfulness and its power to soothe and heal.

misty morning on Carlyle Lake in Killarney   early morning paddle at Point Grondine

view of Lake Superior from Sleeping Giant    playing in Lake Michigan

Water nourishes our bodies and souls, heals and inspires us,  brings peace and joy

As we near the end of the walk, I remember the Wave Sound sculpture by Anishinaabe artist Rebecca Belmore. We came across it in Gros Morne park, one of the four installed across Canada. These huge cones urge visitors to pause and listen: to the ocean washing the shores of Gros Morne, to the mountain lake in the Rockies, to mighty Lake Superior in Pukaskwa and magnificent waters of Georgian Bay. The Water speaks to us. It’s time we stopped and listened. Time we re-imagined our relationship with Water and showed her respect she deserves.

Wave Sound sculpture in Gros Morne

Sound Wave sculpture in Gros Morne: Water speaks to us — time we listened 

To learn more about the Great Lakes Water Walk and what actions you can take to honour and protect water, visit


Pokémon Go? No, it’s Algonquin go all the way!

Algonquin’s visitor centre has a board for recording wildlife sightings. When we stopped by the centre a couple of weeks ago, one of the entries read “Mewtwo at Mew Lake” (for the uninitiated mewtwo is a Pokémon, and no, I didn’t know that until our son, who wildlife viewing board at Algonquin visitor centreused to watch Pokémon, told me). I don’t know if it was an actual “sighting” (can I even use the word “actual” in this context?) or if it was meant as a joke (judging by the entry right above it could be). Regardless, it speaks to the latest Pokémon craze, which has been the centre of many debates lately. Proponents of this augmented reality game say it gets people outside and helps them get connected with other players and places they haven’t seen before. The “Pokémon go away” team, on the other hand, doubts if people even notice what’s around them with their gaze glued to the screen. I do think playing Pokémon Go outside is better than ‎Assassin’s Creed in the basement, but I still find it hard to understand why virtual characters are needed to get people out of their house. To me, outside on its own is exciting enough, with all the bunnies, loons, bears and other real life “Pokémons.”

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On turning 40 and travelling alone

“You don’t have to go, you know,” said my husband as I was preparing for my first solo canoe trip in Killarney.

“I know,” I replied, “but I really want to.”

Good thing he didn’t ask why because I am not sure I would be able to explain.

In books and movies, protagonists usually set out on a solo trip because they find themselves at metaphorical crossroads and feel stuck/confused/lost hoping a solution will reveal itself during those solo nature pursuits.

That wasn’t my story. Apart from occasional detours, the road ahead looked clear if not always level or straight. Sure I was turning 40 but I wasn’t losing sleep over it. I made peace with getting older long time ago. Occasionally I would turn around and think, “Where did the time go?” But then I would look at my children, my husband, my friends, think of all the wonderful things I’ve seen and learned, great trips I’ve taken, and beautiful moments I’ve shared with the people I love and knew: that’s where.

Although, I should say, my 40th birthday did have a role to play in my decision. I felt this important milestone required something bigger and more special than the usual sunrise ritual. So a solo canoe trip it was.

canoeing on Terry Lake in Killarney

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Our camping trip to Silent Lake or a recipe for a perfect de-stressing experience

Recently, I read an article about a newly published study that suggests not all people find escape into nature soothing and restorative. On the contrary, they crave a bustling city scene when they need to relax. The idea that traffic and crowds can be anything but stress-inducing is foreign to me, but who am I to judge. One thing I know for sure is that I am not one of those people. I definitely need nature to de-stress and unwind.

Silent Lake Provincial Park

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