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More than 50% of Indigenous communities in reserve areas in Canada are at high risk of pipeline spills. When there is a spill, reserves are disproportionately impacted.

The National Energy Board and Supreme Court of Canada has a history of declaring the "public interest and economic interests outweigh Indigenous and treaty rights." Basically, Indigenous peoples don't count enough as "public" to matter.

Pipelines are built without proper consent from the Indigenous Nations they choose to occupy. Keep in mind I say choose, because this is the case even when alternative pipeline routes are suggested that could avoid reserve land. This is a direct, constant, and often violent threat to Indigenous sovereignty.

The MMIW crisis is funded by the oil industry through the creation of worker's "man camps" near reserve land. These "man camps" are nothing but pits of sexual violence and human trafficking of Indigenous women and girls. I am not exaggerating; this is well studied and well documented.

Resources & Sources:

To become an ‘energy superpower’, Canada wants to bulldoze Indigenous rights (START HERE!)

Indigenous Resistance to Alberta Oil and Gas Development Report

When the environment is destroyed, you're destroyed: Achieving Indigenous led pipeline justice

First Nations Consent Ignored as Canadians Asked to Subsidize LNG Expansion

Oil pipelines and food sovereignty: threat to health equity for Indigenous communities

Is Violence against Indigenous Women in “Canada’s interest”? Liquified Natural Gas in B.C., Sexual Violence & Narratives of Terra Nullius

The colonial playbook never ended, Canada’s pipeline deal proves it

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On the days around Midsummer (Sant Joan, June 24th), in Catalonia there's the tradition of making bouquets with St. John's wort, cotton lavender, curry plant, walnut leaf, and stonecrop, and can include thyme, rosemary and other local plants. They are flowers that grow in our landscape and which are in bloom on the days around this holiday.

The tradition is related to the belief in Catalan folklore that the Night of Sant Joan's Eve (June 23rd) is the most magical night of the year, and all herbs picked on this night or spells done this night have a stronger effect.

The tradition is to hang the bouquet on the door or above the fireplace to get dry. The bouquet can be used later in the year as medicinal herbs or be burned the next year in the Sant Joan Night's bonfires (this holiday is celebrated making bonfires). This is said to grant protection from illness and mythological beings, who tend to mess with humans on this night.

The Catalan poet Jacint Verdaguer explained a story about it in his book Canigó, published in 1886. The original poem in Catalan is under the cut, here's the translation to English:

Saint John's Day is a great holiday, the Pyrenean girls place a bouquet on the door since there was one of them, with blue eyes and blonde eyebrow, with a star on her forehead and a rose on each cheek. A fallaire [=men who carry the lit giant torches down the mountain for the tradition] caught her eye, it seems like a big sparrow hawk alluring a dove. On Saint John's morning, the little dove flies flies to the river bank to search for good fortune. She picks a small bouquet of flowers the best fortune that can be found. Saint John's wort, rosemary and thyme, and with them she makes a cross and with it she crowns the farmhouse's lintel. When her suitor arrives, he doesn't dare to come in; she says, from inside the house: "Why do you stay outside?" "Because you bar my way through the door with the flowers of that bunch." "You are scared of a little bouquet?" "I am scared of its shape of winding tool." "It's not a winding tool's shape, it's a cross; and if you're scared of that, you're no good thing." "For I am the Devil, the spirit who takes souls. Had it not been for the little bouquet, yours would be my wife, and today we would lay together on my bed of fire and sulphur." Since this happened, on a Saint John's morning, up the riverbanks of the Garona, from the Cantabric Sea to Roses, the girls of the Pyrenees place a bouquet on the door.

Photos from Xarxa de Parcs de les Olors, Centre d'Estudis Mitològics de Catalunya and Canigó, la montagne sacrée des catalans.

the cathedral

“Hours of Étienne Chevalier”, Tours c. 1452-1460