The Iroquois of Hochelaga

Hail! You awesome human. We meet and we are joyous. It is with gladness that we greet the newcomers to our great land. Come, eat, fill your bellies from our larder, you will not starve among us. We feed you, we accept you, friend, speak with us. We will teach you and help you, friend, come to our village, for conversation and peace among us.

You, oh lofty European, with your fine boat, your interesting garment, your unusual style. How intriguing that you should come here to meet us. Tell us about yourselves, your passage, your ways, your reason for being here.

And so, the dialogue occurs. A conversation on the island of Montreal, between the explore Jacques Cartier and the Iroquois of Hochelaga.

The kindness of the  people, the curiosity, goodwill, companionship and generosity all marked in the captains log.  A fine people of bravery and fellowship, standing at the gateway to the interior of Canada.  A brave new land.  A people of skills and craftsmanship who built a fortress of wood with a village of longhouses inside it.  A people who farmed the land, planted crops, fished in the waters of the St. Lawrence River.  A people with some invention, with tools and self sufficiency, that were able to rely on their wits and toil for their survival.

https://www.canadashistory.ca/explore/french-canada/the-mystery-village

These are the  people who are lost to us, only six years had passed and they are gone.  Where did you vanish to, you kind and courageous people?  Where did you go, when we needed your stories?  Your kinship is important to us, yet you vanish into history.  A people of fame, marked in the year 1535 and gone 6 years later in 1541.  Man the builder.  A fortress of wood, with longhouses inside it.  A village to protect the 1500 occupants.  The historical significance of this site is immense, since the builder has tools and a method of construction which was unique to them.  They also had social order which helped them to live congenially in such a confined space.  But where did you go,  oh fine human?  A human of intellect and high aptitudes, of compassion and caring, vanishing into the unknown in such a few short years.  

The mystery of Hochelaga still haunts us, as we excavate Montreal.  Although the people vanished, the message survived.  Come, friend, speak with us.  The exploration of Canada and later the fur trade.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

February 1, 2020

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Jacques Cartier

Hail Brave Hearts

Still to adventure, still to explore, still to choose the path to discovery. Plan and chart a path, wander and investigate. Choose to follow the dreams of new life. The traveler follows the stars to a new world. Unbelievable! To find a new nation rising up out of the ocean. Forests and land, new people and a new world. The space travelers of the 1500’s.

France was determined to be first. Find the riches, find the gold, find the new waterway to the orient. Make us rich, make us bold, let us gloat at our prosperity. Give me riches, give me wine, give me life and leisure. Give me money, give me wealth, give me land, give me power, give me the great gift of jealousy. I am fine, I am regal, I am cultured, I am powerful. Support my dream, support my quest, make me the champion ruler of the west. Pave a pathway from East to West. Give me the Orient, fulfill my request.

Depart again, on a voyage of discovery. Take these vessels, take these men, find the route before you return again. These are your orders, do your part, I am the ruler, the wise one, the mighty. Do your duty, find the way, give me what I want, of course, I’ll pay. I am smug, I am strong, I am the mightiest. Do your duty. I am never wrong.

So again, Jacques Cartier sets sai for Canada and for the conquest of the new land. The instructions are simple. Give us a colony, give us peace, find the passage to Asia.

The hardworking set sail. The earnest keep striving. The determined keep focused. Yes, the oceans will be crossed, the sea will roll us from one continent to another, the stormy battles with nature will be won. Fear will subside, dismay will vanish, the distraught will be quieted and apprehension will soon leave. Relief will follow with the sight of land.

A colony is imperative, since that’s what our lives are. Cut from the cloth of a settlers life. Give me strength, give me courage, give me shelter, food and clothing. I am the castaway, looking for safety, with instructions so simple, build a home and survive. Survive in the spring, when our rations are plentiful and build your straw houses for shelter and warmth. Survive in summer when the lands gives us plenty, the harsh work of building a colony for all of us. Survive in the autumn when the fruit is ripe and when gathering the crop for storage is a necessity. Survive in the winter when the wind is cold and howling and when the fire burns through the fuel that was so carefully stored. Survive when it’s freezing and the snow piles high, but the instructions were so simple; build a home and survive.

Quarreling and adversary fills the air. What about our lives? This is not a life, this is despair! So with great sadness and futility, the plan is abandoned. Cast aside your hopes, your dream, your plans, this adventure in living is by far too grand. Home to France, back to civilization. Back to the home and the hearth that we know. Back to France where our hearts lie dearly. Forget this foolish scheme of misery. The idea of a colony in Canada is now squashed until the next century.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

December 21, 2019

Hochelaga

Hail Bravehearts

It’s a fabulous notion, to start anew, with fresh ideas, community, land and skills. Exciting and enticing, to feel the fresh air, to feel freedom, adventure to call this land your home. The tingling sensation of anticipation and joy. At last, a home. It’s a long way to voyage, to come to Canada, to serve in the conquest of a voyage so rare. To build it, so live it, the adventure of the century, to dwell in the new colony, to be history.

Now venture along the St. Lawrence, with it’s turbulent waters. See the sweet little town called Quebec, but travel, just a little bit further. Another 255 kilometers to the new city of Montreal. A fabulous place, built with the dedication of the colonialist. A fine mind set on conquering a new frontier. Another test of strength and courage, but also negotiation, acceptance and peace. A chance for a new home, a new life, but sharing. To share the land with strangers who will be your neighbors, who will, in their own way, help to make the nation and the colony survive. An unusual friendship, the European and the aboriginal, but so it will be, in the commerce of trade and in the harmony of the land. Peace be with us.

From the voyages of Jacques Cartier, to the new settlers of the land, the joy of adventure is with us.

Jacques Cartier. A voyage of discovery in Canada, the search for a new land. Fabulous! To travel so far, to strive so diligently, to be courageous and educated is such fine arts as navigation, weather, geography, negotiation and more. It’s the skills of human intelligence that wins this fine race across the Atlantic Ocean.

A daring adventure filled with the unknown. A curiosity that must be resolved, the question of what’s out there? Bring back gold, riches and spices. Find a way to the orient! Adventure, oh braves ones, out to the sea, into the winter and to the dangers that it brings. Rest in the camp, die in the land, but bring back gold, riches and spices. Find the path to Asia! Be fantastic, be noble, be brave, be successful be obedient. Bring back gold!

It’s a brave new world, filled with brave new people who must be met and communicated with. It is with hard work and toil, that this endevour pays off so well. The people are kind. Joy be with us! Good luck and good fortune have found the explorers as they land on these shores among strangers who are congenial, or intended to be.

October 2, 1535 was a grand day, for a great nation. The expedition lands in Hochelaga an Iroquois village which will become part of the modern city of Montreal. Share the joy, share the harvest, share the land, meet the people, be our friends. Come, Jacques Cartier, eat with us, talk to us. Don’t be strangers. But the discourse lasted only a few hours before the Europeans returned to the camp upstream, after naming the hill behind Hochelaga, Mont Royal.

Foiled again! The wintry blasts of icy cold are too much of a burden to bear. By more good fortune, the camping party is saved from scurvy, which did claim 25 lives during the winter.

Come, oh fine humans, drink the Iroquois tea of white pine needles, to cure your scurvy and to save your lives. Drink to your good health, literally.

When spring finally came, in the merry month of May, the beleagured group of adventurers return to France with positive reports of a river to the west. The pathway to Asia, to riches, spices and gold, lay through the continent, in the land called Canada.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

December 17, 2019

Keep Your Cool

Hail Brave Hearts

It is with gladness and praises that spring rolls in. The blanket is tossed and the sun pours in. Tiny shoots of spring plants and tiny dear little animals, mating parents and song, all sing to the praises of spring. The chorus of joy to be free, the song of beginning and new again. The Earth sheds her warm winter coat and the sun plays warm, hide and seek games. Today the heat, tomorrow the rain, and all of a sudden it’s winter again. The magic of the emotion, the fire, the pestilence, the storm, all of us sheltered from the elements of changes in the weather. Today it’s hot, tomorrow it’s cold, fluctuating frequently, the great planet changes. The winds of change can be perilous and the world we know challenges us. What once was a fine science has become difficult, back to the world of pioneers. Where once there was reasonable accuracy, now may be more imprecise.

It snowed in July, but that happens sometimes, with localized storms and squalls. A gust of wind, a freak of nature, uprooting the forest and it falls. Soon we’ll be planting our gardens, with the promise of springtime warmth. The frost and temperature dropping, could change this habit too. The trees are budding, the sap is running,the snow is starting to fall. A test of these plants hardiness as natures imbalance collides. Warm, cold, warm, cold as the daytime temperature rises and falls. No heat from the sun on this blustery, wintry, spring day. Stay inside and enjoy the comforts of home.

Climate change is with us, in all of its unpredictable disturbance. The spring came in with warm sunshine, now the wintry season is back. The frost is too deep, the ground is still frozen, the spring buds are taking their time. Where is the song of the migratory birds? So happy and joyous to sing, mating songs of gladness, joy to all, it’s spring.

It’s quiet in the mountains, the ducks and geese fly by, but the accompaniament of songbirds, is still to fill the sky.

Finally it’s warm enough, in the merry month of May, to hang our winter jackets up, roll out the bikes and play. The rivers are slowly filling, the torrents will soon roll in, grab bathing suites and towels, for the beach to wander in. It took a long time this year, but finally we’re free, of winter’s icy cold grip and it’s snowy mastery.

https://www.joboneforhumanity.org/

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

May 12, 2019

How High

How High

Hail Brave hearts

It’s simple and rich, it’s awesome and real, it’s clever and daring, it’s nurturing and caring.  It gives support, it grows, it gives hope and it shows, it’s smiles and touches, it’s tangible and connected.  Life support and life lines, nets to throw and catch people in.  Ties that bind, reasons to hold, keep us safe, safe in the fold.  Small and tiny, it’s hard to decide, which will flourish and which will subside.  The strong, the clever, the mighty, the great, all might fall, with a twist of fate.  Raise them all, whatever they be, for in this world, there’s make believe.

Believe you are strong with good intentions, climb your mountains, claim your spot.  All of us strive to reach the top.  Move those mountains, part the seas, plan to work, this is not a breeze.  Follow the path of dreams and rainbows, color your world with minds and planning.  Go on your quest to fortune and fame, follow your intentions, pursue and plan.  Soon your team will be tested for it’s skill, this is your life, live it well.  Be it fast, or be is slow, this is your only chance to shine, let it show.  One fabulous lifetime, then it’s gone.

Draw them close, they are so dear, the lucky companions who you chose to be near.  Similar aptitudes, skills and focus, intent on a lifetime of quests, bucket lists, socializing and more.  More fun, for those who chose to find the time it takes to fill those goals, skill building, training, research and planning, all those things come with patience, practice, knowledge and care.

Litter your world with photos of dreams, plan your outcome, make your scheme.  Nothing comes of wishful thinking, active participation will draw you out.  Be the best that you can be, nothing short of this, so you will be pleased.  Strive for those heights, those sought after goals, there’s still time to pursue this, and soon it shows. Determination, set your mind, choose the pathway, start to climb, relentless uphill, planning and striving, the tireless movement to gain a chance.

This is your life, the one and only, focus your aptitude, follow it closely.  You will be what you will, but the best possible you, will come from your skill.  Build your life, build your team, focus your mind, follow your dreams.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

August 1, 2018

Here Comes the Morning Light

Here Comes the Morning Light

Back to our roots, way into the past, a cabin in the woods, is the home all of us would seek.  A special place, small and cozy, wood burning stoves and privacy.  A retreat.  To live out on the land, to harvest crops, to drink from the river, to splash in the pool, counting the geese as they fly overhead, listening to the songs of the nesting birds.  Sharing the planet with nature.

The bright stars twinkle, the moon comes out, the flood of moonlight fills the path.  A heavenly band of celestial white, winds it’s way across the night.  Warm and gentle, the night breezes pass, bringing with them the scent of  fragrant lilac blossoms, close by.  Earth and night, warmth and fragrance, the delicate soothing quiet.  The songs of night are different to hear, the chirping chorus of frogs, toads and crickets.  Songs of the swamp, the marsh, the pond, all in their own beat and tune, all an orchestra of night song.

Oh sleepy dreams of castaways, aboard your own steered yacht.  The chorus of the lively night, to dream and dance upon.

Our own small world of escape to the land, to build that piece of a dream.  To dip your feet from the end of the dock, to splash and learn to swim.  The cottage on a lake of dreams, with fresh, clean water in which to swim.  Back to the land, from where we once were, with cabins in the forest, and the overpowering allure of fur.

Still the sounds of the city surround us in our sleep, while light is cast from lampposts and stars stay hidden in the dark.  The chorus of the evening is street traffic, the occasional voice or barking dog.  Far from the stillness and quiet of the evening chorus of frogs.

Leave your cozy nests of slumber, wander out into the light.  To capture that great moment, when the daylight enters the night.  A changing world in which to view, a captured moment of rest.  These are the times of the morning, when daybreak rises, that  the world is at it’s best.  So sleepy heads, don’t nod off, as day casts the night away.  Some of your finest adventures, start at the break of day.

The city still sleeps as the world renews itself, awakening with the morning sun.  Drinking tea in that splash of splendor, as color comes with the sun.  That moment, when the night fades and darkness becomes light, the world changes from the black and shade of night, to the brilliant colors of the pallet, with the dawn of new daylight.   Hearing the songs of rising songbirds, chirping and laughing together.  A fine new day of summertime, bring on the new adventure.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

June 26, 2018

Winter Horse Races

Winter Horse Races

Hail Brave hearts

Enjoy the best, the wilds of winter put us to the test.  It’s dog sledding and snow shoes, skis and skates.  It’s winter camping and bonfires, with marshmallows and  hot chocolate.  It’s fireside in the cabin, cozy and warm, it’s darkness and quiet and wild winter storms.  The winter, at it’s best is the season of chill, with ice, frost, snow and wild winter storms to combat.  The fireside beckons, it calls us to be warm, come into this fine cabin to avoid the winter’s storm.  The cold winter’s icy blast, it makes our hearts sing, to have another snowfall, we’re blessed with these fun things.

Another invention, of horses and riders, take us back to our history of early colonial times.  A Quebec invention, horses, they say, becomes a competition of horse races in the winter.  Ride, you awesome champions, skilled and daring, mount your fine steeds for a flight along the icy river.  A unique experience in horsemanship and breeding, the new stock of racehorse was a special adaptation that kept it’s footing on the ice of the river.  A gaming day, to enjoy the sport, pull up your chair in minus temperatures and spend the day outside enjoying the show.

It’s early colonial times in Quebec, but this is Canada, after all.  Making the most of what life gives us, chilly cold, snow, ice and fun and the adventure of it all.

To be in a colony, so far away, from a homeland so remote, it lives in yesterday.  The future is dependent on the survival skills of all, fight off the loneliness, the questions, the gloom of despair.  Come out of your lodging, bring your chair.  Have fun in the winter, dress warmly and with layers.  Come out and enjoy this, we love it this way, with horses and snow and ice and sleigh.  Come sing, with high spirits, chase off the dark.  Enjoy this day of racing, gaming, and fun in the winter.

http://www.walkerswest.com/History/CanadianPacer.htm

The cold, the isolation, the small numbers of people, but tireless energy and determination to survive, to win at the odds of feeling cast aside.  Gather together, all you peoples, in community and spirit, chase away the dangers of illness and fear.  The numbers are still small, but we’re getting used to our lives, of hardship, deprivation, thrift and careful counting.  Make sure your larder will last until the next harvest.

Inventions are a must,  stretch your minds.  Think of something new, to make us better people.  We’re changing out here in a colony so rustic.  We’re becoming a people of our own.

Don’t look back, look forward, prepare and plan.  Become the genius we all know you can.  Invent the horse, play games anyway, invent your recipes, plan your stay.  The colony is forever, we can’t give it up, so make the most of it, live well, drink from this cup.  It’s a warm winter’s day, time for some fun, head off to the river to enjoy the race.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes

February 21, 2018

The Strong and the Free

The Strong and the Free

Hail all you mighty ones,

From near and from far, you come to Canada, all of you,  from wherever you are.  Our light shines  brightly, you can hear our name, come to Canada, be counted in it’s fame.  Multicultural you, your bless us too.  It’s sharing and caring and nurturing too.  Welcome to Canada, we sing it’s fame.  Proudly we broadcast the tune of our name.

It’s lively, it’s mighty, we soar with the best.  From hillsides to mountains, we live with energy and zest.  The tides of the oceans the skills of the people, we are the great nation, of unity of peoples.  A daring adventure in human relations, the multicultural land of the Canadian nation.  Set aside your doubts, set aside your differences, enjoy the magnificence that this land indulges in.  Prosperity for all, no matter the region, we are so blessed with a different human relation.  From far and wide, we sing with praise, Oh Canada the nation where all of us work and  play.

With dedication and work, with pride we share, a country so fortunate, that all are welcome here.  The land of the strong,the home of the brave, oh Canada,  you help us , to salvage their ways.  Nations in flight, all fighting their wars, from far and wide, their bring their battle scars.  Over and over, they fill our rooms, with tales of sadness, loss and doom.  Struggle for freedom, try as you will, in the end it’s a frantic, run for it, still.  With a flag that is waving, we hear your plight, come to our country, there’s time and it’s right.

Bring us your skills, your culture, your heritage, your color, your religion, your strength and your marriages.  This is a land, where we are pleased to meet you.  Come to our Canada, join us, we greet you.

http://www.ctvnews.ca/5things/13-canadian-bucket-list-sights-for-the-nature-lover-1.2378214

All the worlds peoples, are our national heritage, join in our celebration, of joy, for this work.  A nation so strong, all nations we share, in a land of strong dreams, for a united world where we care.  Care for the diversity, care for the dreams, care for all colors of peoples it seems.  The world belongs here, high in the north, where the cold wind whips furiously and the snow piles on the porch.  Come from the equator, from 40 degrees, you’ll freeze in the melting pot of minus celcius degrees.

Our flag is raised high, it’s joy for this nation.  150 years of unity is the celebration.  Happy birthday to Canada, multicultural you, an awesome inspiration of nationalism too.  It’s time for a party, it’s time to make peace, it time to end war and to declare it to cease.  Join in the praises, join in the song, one day of celebration, to last the whole year long.  We are a young nation, carved from the great land.  A daring adventure for our forefathers back then.

Lucky are we, to be the children of great futuristic thinkers, who prepared for this nation.  Mighty and free, patriotic are we.  This is our county, we love it dearly.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

July 2, 2017

It’s Birthing Season

It’s Birthing Season

Hail, all you Bravehearts

The spring magic is bursting, it’s flames fill the air, heady with perfume, the fragrance is everywhere.  Colours of rainbows, the infraction of light, darting licks of sprouting things, the springtime comes to life.  Brilliance of beauty, the delight of newborn lives, nesting calls of symphony, the choir of our lives.  Behold the wondrous species, they all have missions here, to fill our world with Earthly praise, to a planet we  hold most dear.  The budding trees are blooming now, the bees are hard at work, for pollen, nectar and honey is the plan of natures work.  A stork will bring the babies, a notion so absurd, the animal chain of learning pain, brings babies from the woods. It’s nests and eggs that hatch the young, it’s thickets, where they lay.  That overrated stork lost out, to the trees and forest at play.

Lovely splendor, lovely birth, the drama of the fall, has an outcome so desirable, it’s babies after all.  Little adorable ones, needing so much attention.  Stop!  Don’t miss that chance, to capture them on camera.  The wildlife are beaming, they know now what to do.  Stand by the roadside in the Parks and wave at the calamity of you know who.

An adventure for this praiseworthy day, a photo or several, or two, of babies coming to join us, in this hinterland of guess who.  Nature may be difficult, it’s predator and prey, but come into the world of babies, and it protection and play.  Lovely little ones, so cute and soft and adored, we all become their mothers, just to nurture a world to be explored.  They’re fabulous and new, they shriek at us, coo coo! We all come a running with baby food.  The spring and the parenting, the planning for next year.  Raise those babies wisely, they represent the herd!  No dowdy ones, no unmatched socks, put on your sleek new coat.  You are a representative of a genetic stock to rival any goat. Survival of the fittest is the game all parents play.  When babies are born and pride is given to a new cast of characters today.

The love and devotion of springtime happiness, is turned to a summer of responsible parenting togetherness.   Chattering with pride, they show off their newborn delight.  Just look at little elk calf there, he’s blossoming with intellectual might.

The fish eggs are hatching, the frogs sing with all their might.  A lovely day on planet Earth, fills their little lungs with a chorus of pond song, after dinner, choir serenade delight.

The sounds of the season are love and loving sounds, as the great gifted planet, spins it’s eternity  of  marvel all around.  All creation, all for good, a special aptitude, the great gifted planet, spins it all just for you.  Just for you, oh little one, just for you to share, the fabulous stretch of wisdom, greets you everywhere.   This gifted, great planet, in it’s protected, universal space, is a wealth of brilliant life form abundance, for everyone, even the human race.  Welcome and acceptance, treat it all with care, for this great, ingenious planet, can concoct new species, if it’s dared.  The life forms are brilliant, it’s beauty and adored, the planet exudes it’s wealth of creation for all of us to explore.

Rise and shine, it’s springtime, so go out and greet the day.  For all of us, are from planetary dust, just go out and play.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes

June 11, 2017

Gods in the Sky

Hail all you Bravehearts

Behold, the wonders of my world!  My sanctuary in space, my all inspiring earth bound place, the dwelling places of the Gods.  Temples and ruins, churches and quiet places, dancing star light, and surreal sunsets, glowing orbs of flashing light, the twinkling universe and the night.  The Gods reside in special places, earthbound homes and terrestrial constellations, the almighty ones of power speak to us.  Wisdom and kindness, softly spoken whispers, we bend our ears to hear them, speak oh glorious ones, we listen.

From planetary messages, the mystics advise us.  Daily rituals of written forecasts, advice from the heaves, beware.  Live wisely, live well, eat healthy, grow strong, dance, play and pray, teach and be taught, the messages reveal the beauty of you, love one another. Of healthy lives and wholesome living the star chart is a planetary life guide.  Based on your star sign, oh children of the Gods, listen to it’s wisdom.

Ancient are we, the Gods of the heavens, skilled and brave, powerful and almighty, we speak to our children with voices of clarity.  The all seeing eyes of the planetary visionaries, directing and persuading, influencing our lives.  Listen, they tell us special things about ourselves, love and be loved, care and be cared for, live and let live.  We are all children of the mighty universe, captives held meekly in this special earth place.  All of us entrusted to a God of divine inspiration,  who casts it’s special spell on the person it seeks.  Who are we to be?  almighty Ones.  They answer in their own mysterious ways.

We are the Gods of heavenly creation, mythical and mysterious, our shining lights will guide you.  We are the stories of awe and inspiration, the earthly human Gods of the sky.  We are the gods who roamed the earth, who flew on mythical beasts and fought with great power the evils of that day.  We are the gods who shined so brightly, that the stars themselves, captured us as our spirits drifted away. Heavenly beings, residing on mountain tops, glistening in beauty, brilliance and power.  We are the gods of the ancients, controlling and commanding our superiority unmatched.  Our rights are infinite, our supremacy is real, still swirling in stardust, our legacy remains.  Not to be forgotten, we remain in the sky, here in the brilliance of the universe, our lives live on forever.

We are the almighty ones, strong and brave, look heavenwards, oh brave hearts.  Our lives are still living, we speak and you hear us, in astrological forecasting, heed us.  Know who you are, your own special talents, know your fine aptitude and  don’t be afraid.  The Earth is still turning, the world still evolving, the great human race has a devil to chase.  Heed the warnings, use your great minds, not just for yourselves, but for all of humankind.  One aptitude or another, we need them all, the glorious almighty, put gifts in each one.

In an earthly body, with an earthly mind, pursue your special place here, all humankind.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

February 26, 2017