{"id":335,"date":"2021-11-02T16:21:14","date_gmt":"2021-11-02T23:21:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/webspace.royalroads.ca\/mponette\/?p=335"},"modified":"2021-11-02T22:22:37","modified_gmt":"2021-11-03T05:22:37","slug":"my-town-25-years-in-the-future","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/webspace.royalroads.ca\/mponette\/my-town-25-years-in-the-future\/","title":{"rendered":"My Town 25 Years in the Future"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"533\" height=\"1024\" data-src=\"https:\/\/webspace.royalroads.ca\/mponette\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/909\/2021\/11\/OurAncestorsDreamedOfUs26x50Resized-533x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-336 lazyload\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/webspace.royalroads.ca\/mponette\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/909\/2021\/11\/OurAncestorsDreamedOfUs26x50Resized-533x1024.jpg 533w, https:\/\/webspace.royalroads.ca\/mponette\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/909\/2021\/11\/OurAncestorsDreamedOfUs26x50Resized-156x300.jpg 156w, https:\/\/webspace.royalroads.ca\/mponette\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/909\/2021\/11\/OurAncestorsDreamedOfUs26x50Resized.jpg 564w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 533px) 100vw, 533px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 533px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 533\/1024;\" \/><figcaption>Graphic created by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jessxsnow.com\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"www.jessxsnow.com\">Jess X. Snow<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jordanalam.com\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"www.jordanalam.com\">Jordan Alam<\/a>. Shared with permission. <\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The lovely fragrance of Virginia Bluebells growing in the nearby shade greets me as I settle into my sit spot. Once a rarity here, as her home became increasingly strange and foreign she found her way northwards, resettling and taking root in a more hospitable place. I nod in welcome to this new one that seems to be thriving here. Latin music wafts across the river as a group gathers for an outdoor bbq at the wheelchair-accessible public docks \u2013 our community now includes many Hondurans, Guatemalans and Nicaraguans who joined us after the heat and catastrophic storms of the 2040s made Central America unliveable. Behind them, a few small apartment complexes dot the village skyline \u2013 in the 2020s our municipal council changed the zoning to diversify housing options in response to the affordable housing crisis and to urban expansion that has now reached our small town from the nearby metropolis. A buzzing hum sounds faintly on the distant shore and an electric commuter train weaves its way over the hill, slowing to a stop in the village. While it has made our village much busier, most villagers now use public transport to get into the city and urban residents flock to our shores for respite from the city heat and intensity. I hardly ever hear the highway anymore; now it\u2019s the quiet whir of electric vehicles passing by on the road behind me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">From my vantage point on this side of the river, small gatherings of people dot along the river\u2019s edge &#8211; come to soak in the sunshine and the tranquillity. When I moved here, the shoreline was monopolized by private properties that stood vacant most of the time while city visitors and locals without waterfront homes had to squeeze into the few public access spots. But since then, the government has grandfathered the right to own waterfront and any new sales have been bought back for public access.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A canoe floats by &#8211; public lands have been returned to indigenous governance and the Kitigan Zibi Anishinabeg are stewarding a river restoration program. Among many important programs, the dam upriver has been retrofitted to allow for safe migration of species searching northwards for a new home. I see many locals clearing debris from last month\u2019s windstorm; my power supply is out but I take this moment to have a break from technology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. A lot has changed since I first started this sit spot practice 25 years ago \u2013 this place is much busier than it once was, but the gratitude that I felt for this sacred space is now shared with many others and we are working to care for it together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\" style=\"font-size:22px\">Home is a Shared Space<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em><strong>Academic citations and connections:<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">This post uses a gain-framed messaging approach, describing the ways in which my community could be enhanced as a result of climate change (Connor et al., 2016). It is also influenced by Kimmerer\u2019s work, using \u2018the grammar of animacy\u2019 when describing the bluebells (2014, p. 21) and responds to her call for more gratitude (2014). The theme of migration and the dismantling of artificial borders and property ownership (the graphic, the movement of people across political boundaries, the dams impeding free movement of animals along the river, public access to the river, respect for indigenous land title and governance) are influenced by indigenous ways of being that have always resisted these constructs. Ben Okri, as cited by Sium &amp; Ritskes (2013, p. 5), points out that stories have the power to make people and nations sick; positive stories therefore can also have the power to heal individuals and societies. I am inspired and empowered to dream that telling the right stories can be a transformative process that slowly reconstructs our collective reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">(Tiny Ecology Post 3)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong><u>References<\/u><\/strong> <strong><u><\/u><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Alam, J. &amp; Snow, J. X. (2017). Our Ancestors Dreamed of Us [graphic]. <em>Justseeds Artists\u2019 Cooperative<\/em>. <a href=\"https:\/\/justseeds.org\/graphic\/our-ancestors-dreamed-of-us\/\">https:\/\/justseeds.org\/graphic\/our-ancestors-dreamed-of-us\/<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Connor, P.; Harris, E.; Guy, S.; Fernando, J.; Shank, D.; Kurz, T.; Bain, P. &amp; Kashima, Y. (2016). Interpersonal communication about climate change: How messages change when communicated through simulated online social networks.&nbsp;<em>Climatic Change 136<\/em>(3-4), 463\u2013476. <a href=\"https:\/\/doi.org\/10.1007\/s10584-016-1643-z\">doi: 10.1007\/s10584-016-1643-z<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Kimmerer, R. W. (2014). \u201cReturning the Gift.\u201d&nbsp;<em>Center for Humans and Nature<\/em>.&nbsp;&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.humansandnature.org\/returning-the-gift-article-177.php\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">https:\/\/www.humansandnature.org\/returning-the-gift-article-177.php<\/a>&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sium, A. &amp; Ritskes, E. (2013). Speaking truth to power: Indigenous storytelling as an act of living resistance.&nbsp;<em>Decolonization: Indigeneity, Education &amp; Society, 2<\/em>(1), 1-10.&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/jps.library.utoronto.ca\/index.php\/des\/article\/view\/19626\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">https:\/\/jps.library.utoronto.ca\/index.php\/des\/article\/view\/19626<\/a><br><br><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The lovely fragrance of Virginia Bluebells growing in the nearby shade greets me as I settle into my sit spot. 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