11/10/2022
[Psalm 118: 29] O give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures for ever.
When I think of God I think of good.
When I think of ‘aboriginal’ I think of provenance, the provenance of people, places and things. In other words, the beginning or starting point, the earliest known history.
You see, Aboriginal people - in general, not only Australian Aboriginals - give so much to the progress of place. Not to be too generalistic and as such lose its meaning, I want to stress, the kind of aboriginal spoken of here relates to my interest in remembering everything I know, everything defining my existence, came here through someone else, from somewhere else, from a different time.
I think of it this way: when I make a cup of tea, mend a hole in a pair of jeans, make pikelets or write my aboriginality reminds me of my ancestors’ progress. My ancestors and the ancestors of those around me gave me the opportunity to do as I do now. I honour their memory and remember who I am. I am the fruit of their progress.
I believe we must all remember our Aboriginal beginnings, that is to say, the provenance of the people, places and things we know and love. Once upon a time things were not as they are now. I give thanks to the Lord for my family, for my ancestors, for their steadfast beginnings and their progressive ways that I have come to know and love in this good place.
PANDY