Richard Wagamese’s Embers: One Ojibwe’s Meditations (2016) doesn’t seem like the kind of book one would read through; slim and glossy-paged, it looks like the kind of book that sits on a coffee-table next to a bowl of pine cones or a stack of coasters.
“Mornings have become my table,” he begins. He shares these words as “embers from the tribal fires that used to burn in our villages”.
Divided into stillness, harmony, trust, reverence, persistence, gratitude and joy…some of his writing is openly spiritual, some short conversations are reproduced (including the “yes” bit, recognizable to Wagamese readers), and there are simple statements that resonate beyond the page:.
“A gift is not a gift until it is shared”; “SHOUT something”; and “When there’s a crack in my mirror, I can’t see myself as I am –all I see is the crack.”
Even though I count him among my MRE (MustReadEverything) authors, I didn’t expect to read straight through this book in a series of sittings.