I\u2019ve come to understand that in the quiet moments\u2014when hands are busy and mouths are full\u2014something deeper is happening. In Arviat, we gathered in a circle, young and old, passing blades and knowledge, not just slicing maktaaq, but weaving together threads of kinship, memory, and care. The sound of ulu knives against skin and blubber, the soft conversation, the shared laughter\u2014it\u2019s not just about sustenance. It\u2019s about being seen. Being part of something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Traditionally, the sharing of harvested foods is at the heart of Inuit life and values. When a whale, caribou, or seal is harvested, it is not kept by one\u2014it is distributed among families, Elders, and neighbours, ensuring that no one goes without. This practice is more than survival; it is a way of reinforcing relationships, passing down respect, and acknowledging the deep interdependence of the community. To share food is to affirm that we are responsible for one another. It teaches humility, generosity, and gratitude\u2014not only for the land and animals, but for the people who gather around the table, the floor, or the ice to receive and give in turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In so many of our projects, whether in a northern community hall, around a fire, or on the kitchen floor, food becomes the first language we speak. It crosses generations, cultures, and barriers. It doesn\u2019t ask you to explain yourself\u2014it simply asks you to come closer, to sit, to share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We say it often now: \u201cFood is belonging.\u201d Not as a slogan, but as a truth we keep living into. It\u2019s why meals are a core part of our gatherings. It\u2019s why we prioritize feeding people during our workshops, and why we make space for those who bring their own recipes, stories, and tastes to the table. Because food teaches us how to care for one another without fanfare. It gives us permission to arrive fully as we are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And in that circle\u2014in Arviat and beyond, we aren\u2019t just feeding bodies. We\u2019re feeding the roots of belonging.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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