Not a date to celebrate! 🌱 All our classes are running on Thursday, including the Get Active in Darebin free park pilates session. 🌿 I’ll also be heading to @kinya_lerrk - the creators of our beautiful acknowledgment of Country plaque for their survival day event with artist Emma Stenhouse and Dragonfly cafe. Head to their feed for details. Shout out to this local business for providing space for learning, creativity and Culture on the heavy day. . . . #alwayswasalwayswillbe #alwayswasalwayswillbeaboriginalland #kinyalerrkandco #aboriginalart #darebinbusiness #getactiveindarebin (at Narrm) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1QDsZPAkM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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@nardurna - a young Gudanji/Wakaja artist from the Northern Territory is the winner of the prestigious National NAIDOC poster competition for 2022 with her entry, Stronger. Check Out all her other amazing work 🤩 #naidocweek #naidocweek2022 #firstnationsart #firstnationspeople #alwayswasalwayswillbeaboriginalland (at Melbourne, Victoria, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfkX09yP80x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Starting out my day letterboxing for @victoriangreens 💚 I love going for walks around our neighborhood, listening to a podcast and looking at everyone’s gardens - this is my ideal volunteer job 🤣 🌱 Shoutout out to @campbellgomegreens and everyone at @darebingreens working hard to create positive change. 🌿 The Greens plan includes: No new coal & gas and 100% renewable energy by 2030. Free education and better funding for healthcare. First Nations Justice - treaty, keeping kids safe from prison and more Indigenous voices in power. 🌿 If we look in yoga philosophy this is ahimsa in action - compassion for ourselves, each other and our environment. . . . #gardenofyoga #yogateacherlife #yogaoffthemat #climatejustice #alwayswasalwayswillbeaboriginalland #yogainaction #victoriangreens #darebingreens #turnnorthcotegreen #thereisnoplanetb (at Wurundjeri Country) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci6kcEtvd-6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Learning Bundjalung on Tharawal
~ By Evelyn Araluen
Above his desk it is written:
‘I wish I knew the names of all the birds.’
I know this room through tessellation of leaf and branch,
wurahŋ-bil and jaran-gir,
in the shade of a kulsetsi —
(Cherokee) ‘honey locust’ [a flowering tree].
I am relearning these hills and saltwaters
and all the places wrapped around this room
We both have dagahral here,
lovers/fathers/friends/conquerors/
ghosts.
But here, in this new and ancient place,
I ask him to name the song that swoops through this mosaic:
Sometimes it is wattlebird sometimes it is currawong —
when we drive, he tells me king parrot, fairy wren, black cockatoo
and I know jalwahn and bilin bilin and ngarehr
but the rest are just nunganybil,
the rest are just: ‘bird’
It is hard to unlearn a language:
to unspeak the empire,
to teach my voice to rise and fall like landscape,
a topographic intonation.
So in this place the shape of my place
I am trying to sing like hill and saltwater,
to use old words from an old country that I have never walked on:
bundjalung jagum ngai, nganduwal nyuyaya,
and god, I don’t even know
if I’m saying it right.
But I watch the bark twist:
grey and slate and vanilla and vermillion
he tells me this is ribbon gum —
so I find five words for this bark
and I promise I will learn them all
Because to hold him is to hold the tree
that holds these birds I cannot name,
and a word spoken here
might almost sound like home.
We are relearning this place through poetry:
I open my book and say, wayan,
here is a word which means road, but also root
and in it I am rooted, earthed,
singing between two lands
I learn that balun is both river and milky way,
and that he is baray-gir, the youngest child
and the top of the tree,
where the gahr will come to rest —
to call its own name
across the canopy,
long after his word for it
is gone.
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