Ironically, Disney saved my life. I was raised in a Christian household and went to a private catholic school for girls. I never was like the others. Younger, the nuns were amazed how I kept staying in a corner and thinking about things a child is not likely supposed to. Already, at the age of 8, I was struggeling with thoughts about the main scourge of the world: Racism, poverty, mans dominion over nature... Why coudnt I simply play in the yard like the others and not worry about those things all the time? Why was I so different? Because I loved to watch movies. I was obsessed with Pocahontas. The song The colors of the wind shaped my mind as a child and I was able to link the lyrics to our world. It was my first step out of the Religion too... I have myself native ; autochthonous blood somewhere in the line of my ancestors. I believed in The Circle of Life (yes this is a true concept in the native spirituality, not only a Lion King song) and the spirits of the forest... It gave me the opportunity to reflect on those subjects... Thank you Disney Pictures ;) Colors of the Wind - Lyrics You think Im an ignorant savage And youve been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see If the savage one is me How can there be so much that you dont know? You dont know ... You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger Youll learn things you never knew you never knew Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth Come roll in all the riches all around you And for once, never wonder what theyre worth The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop that never ends How high will the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then youll never know And youll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon For whether we are white or copper skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colors of the wind You can own the Earth and still All youll own is Earth until You can paint with all the colors of the wind (In the french version, the word for word translation is: You may want to own the whole Earth, Youll only get its dirt) https://youtube/watch?v=TkV-of_eN2w
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 17:37:20 +0000
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