{"id":3950,"date":"2013-10-14T20:01:34","date_gmt":"2013-10-15T04:01:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/?p=3950"},"modified":"2013-10-14T20:01:34","modified_gmt":"2013-10-15T04:01:34","slug":"opening-hahopa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chriscorrigan.com\/parkinglot\/opening-hahopa\/","title":{"rendered":"Opening Hahopa"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The weather here on MacKenzie Beach near Tofino is unusually summery. \u00a0THe families that were running around over the Thanksgiving weekend are gone now and only a few remain behind. \u00a0We began our learning village with a circle gathered around a fire on the beach, maybe 20 of us, sharing Indian Candy (half smoked salmon) dried berries and tea, telling the stories of our names and why we responded to the invitation to join a week of learning together.<\/p>\n

We don’t have young ones here, but the oldest is 82 and we have folks from Denmark, Zimbabwe, the United States and France in our midst. \u00a0We are teaching and learning with love and kindness, eating and cleaning together, intrigued by the idea of Hahopa, singing songs and repecting protocols, making poems and songs together and starting to find the clarity of the new story we are here to create.<\/p>\n

Tonight in the kitchen, where the truly great conversations take place, I was talking about how having the world here on this beach was a harbinger of the new story. \u00a0the problems that people face in First Nations communities are directly related to the relations between the communities and the rest of the world. \u00a0Hahopa, as it opens and begins today, was about the world coming to offer its own wisdom and to learn Nuu-Chah-Nulth wisdom. \u00a0We are in learning together, leaning into a small whisper of a future world of reconciled humanity, beyond apologizing and forgiving – studying together, learning how to learn and live together, and doing it for the children.<\/p>\n

All of these are the faintest whispers as we begin, but something is stirring. \u00a0Here is the poem I harvested in our check in:<\/p>\n

Admire’s desire is to ignite the fire of learning and knowledge
\nand knowing the college of the land, the culture that stands
\nfor a thousands years
\ncattle farming and ocean rearing
\nliving in open space to face
\na way to govern ourselves
\nto stay true to our passion and the fashion that takes responsibility.<\/p>\n

Toke has spoken of the crazy token of blood
\nthat moves through the veins and floods us with connection
\nbetween people and the land
\nand the waves that nudge us together in the foggy morning weather.<\/p>\n

My grandmother taught me with out ever seeing
\nthe source of what was being shared with me
\nand what wasn’t clear to see.<\/p>\n

The loyalty and fidelity to peaceful refuge has formed me.
\ncultivating a future view in community can hospitality
\nsensing drala that is the real caller,
\na deep holler from the land that wants us to stop and understand
\nwhat is born again in the sixtieth journey around the sun
\nWhat has begun
\nwhat it takes to cross places of struggle
\nconfront that which wriggles within us
\nand begs to be bigger, a mind that can find
\nthe compassionate line at the heart of her humanity<\/p>\n

I’m here for the long term, an uprooted farm hand
\nthat has moved across lands
\nbetween worlds
\nwhere whatever shows up can be hosted by the whole
\nso the whole can know what none of us knows
\nwhat is encoded in the stories that lives in our bones.<\/p>\n

I am with family, my brother and my friend
\nand there is no end to the people I want to know
\nto extend my appreciation to this nation.<\/p>\n

My roots spread out and my re-beginnings are here
\na clear reminder of seven dear racoons
\nbegging for dinner under the light of the moon,<\/p>\n

This is truly my whale
\nand this journey has been us just getting to this canoe
\nbridging two worlds struggling
\nto renew an ancient way of being \u00a0better together
\nweaving a generous
\n“ish” not the ish in “selfish”
\nbut the ish in Hishukish tswalk
\nhahopa wealth, health and a stealthy
\nceremony that restores harmony.<\/p>\n

This field now begins to grow
\nas we get to know the flow
\nthat pulls us together
\nand respects my longing to be known by my name\u201d<\/p>\n

What is the indigenous wisdom that needs to be shared with the world now?<\/p>\n

I come from seal riders who plumb the depths of this sea
\ndiscover the passages that run beneath what we see
\nand I have sent my life with trees
\nand climbing the peaks – hawktooa.<\/p>\n

I was brought up to help, be proud of what we do and have fun doing it.<\/p>\n

I am a woman of many names and none are remembered
\nbut I carry them all contrarian call
\nthat leads to the edges of the earth<\/p>\n

My cedar and spruce roots
\nreach across this island
\nteach me to understand
\nhow to conserve what has been given to us<\/p>\n

The quality of people, quality of land, quality of time
\nto the watery hearth of the setting sun
\nthis it, the learning village has begun.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Please drop in for a day if you are nearby. \u00a0Also please donate to the Indiegogo campaign to help us meet the costs of this gathering and seed whatever comes next.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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