Haa K̲usteeyí


I sat next to the fire, feeling its warmth against my face and chest. The cool night against my back balanced the heat of the fire. I sat beneath an ancient spruce. My adult son and nephew lay sleeping in the roughed in cabin a hundred feet away , leaving me alone with my thoughts, the crackle of the fire and the lapping of waves on the beach a hundred feet away.


A month before a friend had planted a seed in my mind, and it had found me ready to receive it. He said “With the Tlingit, there is no such thing as time. We have no past generations, current and future generations. This is ‘Haa K̲usteeyí’. We are all one people.”


As I sat there, the sensations of the moment remained, but something shifted in me as I felt the truth of Haa K̲usteeyí. I was sitting next to a channel that led to an ancient trade route. Trade along the entire west coast flowed from past this point when Ancient Rome was in its infancy. I had just finished carving a paddle based on one owned by my great-great grandfather. In copying this 130 plus year old masterpiece I had discovered a layer of complexity and sophistication that had eluded me before. In my expanded state, I could feel the trail of a million paddle strokes that ran past me.


Carrying across the water, I heard a whale blow as it surfaced for breath. In the next hour it would remain near.


If I look, I can always feel my ancestors. Now I invited them to sit with me in this moment. The thought came to me, complete, that although many of us call to our ancestors, in the nature of Haa K̲usteeyí, we are part of a continuum, and if we are open to this, we can also feel our descendants. I called them too, inviting them to this moment.


I felt my ancient connection to this land, and realized that the western concept of ownership is tremendously inadequate for the Tlingit. I lack the eloquence to put into words my sense of this, but it would be much more accurate to say that we part of a balance, similar in the way that our clans are balanced between the Eagle/Wolf and Raven moieties. This land is an entity unto itself, and we are a part of it. This truth exposes how inadequate the United States’ land claim settlement with the Tlingit is. The Tlingit can no more cede their connection to this land than the passage of a law can lay claim to it.


I encourage my readers who are Tlingit to contemplate this small portion of what Haa K̲usteeyí encompasses, as it translates into English as “our culture”, and this is certainly word that can be revisited over a lifetime.


The fire burned down enough that the night’s chill broke through my revere and I stood and stretched and remembered hearing eagles call from the tops of the trees that I now stood under. In the darkness I found the path to the beach. The Milky Way, grand and bright, showed itself to me as I started to come out from beneath the trees. I looked north, up Lynn Canal, and was greeted by exuberant northern lights, dancing over the distant mountains in hues of green, purple and pink.

Lingít Aaní. Haa K̲usteeyí


My thanks to my friend who encouraged me to write about my thoughts.


2 thoughts on “Haa K̲usteeyí

  1. Excellent understanding of the first step into Haa Kusteeyi, , living and breathing on impulse plants you in the middle of your Haa Shukaa. Past, present and future. Only we as an individual can understand how we emcopass who we really are as Tlingit. The reality grows with understanding and humbleness of Haa Ani. Food for thought. …

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