Rita Bouvier’s third collection of poetry nakamowin'sa for the seasons reflects her experiences as a both a M?tis woman and guide to the history of relations with indigenous peoples and the thinking that gives rise to injustice and inequity in the world. Her poems often focus on the sacred relationship to the land and changing seasons that are central to the imaginative and creative thinking of the Cree, Dene, and M?tis cultures of the prairies. Drawing on her upbringing in the ?le-?-la-Crosse region - once a hub of the fur trade in the old Northwest Territories - Bouvier injects colour into her poetry through the use of Cree/Michif language, reminding readers of her cultural distinctiveness. As her ideas are revealed in the work, she exposes how much has changed as western ideals have seeped into indigenous culture and questions whether her people have lost their way. Bouvier can be political as in oh, how my M?tis blood boils when she calls for recognition of the individual spirit rather than reducing a group to a collective pronoun. She can also be reproachful when she pokes her dexterous fingers into the wounds left behind by history. Yet she attempts to bring forth healing and reconciliation through acknowledgement of past traumas and advocating forgiveness, joy, and thankfulness as the way forward.
Images of the natural world and a people often forgotten by history dominate the collection as Bouvier creates an awareness that Saskatchewan is a place rich not only in natural resources but also flush with history and stories that have made it distinctive. nakamowin'sa for the seasons reveals our fragile relationships to one another and to the natural world that sustains us.
Whether discussing the joys and trials of family life with poems such as nigosis is sweet and sixteen and my grandmother’s hands , offering her own take on history in songs to sing and measured time , or exploring M?tis identity in I have something important to say and Indigenous Man 2 , Bouvier captures the essence of a life that can be joyful/one minute and then. agony . Yet she always encourages the reader to become caught in the movement and beauty of life - dance, breathe, listen and, of course, sing.
