We can’t go on together without indigenous minds
We must build our dreams with indigenous minds…
That’s to the tune of Elvis’ song Suspicious Minds, and that was all I could think the entire time I was reading this chapter. It was strange how much the idea of the indigenous mind made sense to me. Within it I could feel a break of a stereotype, that those who do not possess an Indigenous lineage could in no way bear a true connection to the land the way the First People’s of Canada and the rest of the world do. I found myself reading Indigenous minds with a different head voice and tone when compared to the rest of the words within this chapter, I believe that to be the work of the italicized letters, but it made the words all the more impactful. For that I am grateful, I do not think I would have noticed as much without that.
This is something I noticed as well. I wasn’t sure if I was taking the term “indigenous” too literal though. I’m glad I am not the only one who noted this.
Now I’ve got that song in my head! That’s ok though…
I liked the italics as well. It made me continually pause at that moment and allow the new thoughts a space to breath their way into my consciousness.