The Aboriginal Juno Showcase.
Hina na ho ho henay
Hina na ho ho henay
Indaya hina na ho ho henay
Indaya
Creator
Of seasons
Of people
Of nations
Survivors
Of promise
A spirit
Of freedom
Spirit
Of battle
Awaken
The cradle
Stand by
Your people
The nations
Survivors
Hina na ho ho henay
Hina na ho ho henay
Indaya hin na ho ho henay
Indaya
Ok, so I woke up with this in my head.
It was an interesting night.
I have found, watching the dancers, that I have a small pang of envy for those who come from a close-knit heritage. My only heritage is that potoato bread that I don't know how to pronounce, spell, or make. I have a heritage of punk rock from my father, neurosis from my mother, and over-confidence to cover up self doubt on the paternal side. These people dance and sing. They overcome. The theme of the night (if there was one) was working together to become who they are. They have traditions. They have people. The only people I have are at H&R Block.
Their music is no different. There was blues, there was country, there was hip hop. At some level you think 'look, eventually everyone will blend in together. The whole world will forget about its divisions and we will all be united.' But now I wonder if that is truly what we want. If we are all united, if we are all together, if we are just some mess of taupe people, what happens to the feathery dancers? They aren't any different than us, no, but they have something that ties them together, and makes them part of something.
Hina na ho ho henay
Indaya hina na ho ho henay
Indaya
Creator
Of seasons
Of people
Of nations
Survivors
Of promise
A spirit
Of freedom
Spirit
Of battle
Awaken
The cradle
Stand by
Your people
The nations
Survivors
Hina na ho ho henay
Hina na ho ho henay
Indaya hin na ho ho henay
Indaya
Ok, so I woke up with this in my head.
It was an interesting night.
I have found, watching the dancers, that I have a small pang of envy for those who come from a close-knit heritage. My only heritage is that potoato bread that I don't know how to pronounce, spell, or make. I have a heritage of punk rock from my father, neurosis from my mother, and over-confidence to cover up self doubt on the paternal side. These people dance and sing. They overcome. The theme of the night (if there was one) was working together to become who they are. They have traditions. They have people. The only people I have are at H&R Block.
Their music is no different. There was blues, there was country, there was hip hop. At some level you think 'look, eventually everyone will blend in together. The whole world will forget about its divisions and we will all be united.' But now I wonder if that is truly what we want. If we are all united, if we are all together, if we are just some mess of taupe people, what happens to the feathery dancers? They aren't any different than us, no, but they have something that ties them together, and makes them part of something.