The Silence of the North Shore of Quebec
One who says that silence cannot be heard has never been to the North Shore of Quebec. The gentle slopes on the mountains of Tadoussac, the moonlight in the forests of Sept-Îles, the antiquity of the old fur trade post in Mingan, the serenity in the sunset of Natashquan, the stillness of the water in Kegaska – while none of these may make noise, one is still able to hear them. Their words go straight to your mind, “Open your eyes to all that is around you” they tell you. Their history screams at you, “Look at all we’ve been through”. The wind whispers “Look what a beautiful world you live in”. The fresh air makes you happy just to be alive; it says “Breathe every inch of me in”. The whiteness of the snow reminds you of your purity. The beauty in every pine on the pine trees makes you forget all the harm in the world. The culture, every person you see on the North Shore of Quebec, without needing to speak one word, reminds you that we are all one. We are all human beings, we are all Innus – this is what the silence of the North Shore reveals to us. All you have to do is listen.
Alanna Moore
One who says that silence cannot be heard has never been to the North Shore of Quebec. The gentle slopes on the mountains of Tadoussac, the moonlight in the forests of Sept-Îles, the antiquity of the old fur trade post in Mingan, the serenity in the sunset of Natashquan, the stillness of the water in Kegaska – while none of these may make noise, one is still able to hear them. Their words go straight to your mind, “Open your eyes to all that is around you” they tell you. Their history screams at you, “Look at all we’ve been through”. The wind whispers “Look what a beautiful world you live in”. The fresh air makes you happy just to be alive; it says “Breathe every inch of me in”. The whiteness of the snow reminds you of your purity. The beauty in every pine on the pine trees makes you forget all the harm in the world. The culture, every person you see on the North Shore of Quebec, without needing to speak one word, reminds you that we are all one. We are all human beings, we are all Innus – this is what the silence of the North Shore reveals to us. All you have to do is listen.
Alanna Moore