In the beginning, there was only oneness, only the environment: the trees, the bush, the water, and the animals. Daramah, the Great Spirit created Tubnku (man) and Ngardi (woman) from the connectedness rock (creation rock). He presented them each with a gift. Ngardi received the gift of the tree, and Tunku received the gift of the rock.
Daramah here, is danced by one of the Doonooch Dancers, but I don't know which one. Suffice to say, he was fabulous. His actions reminded me very much of a Brolga. He danced pretty much for the full 45 minutes, in character the entire time. Mesmerising.
We all faced east with Uncle Max, who led us in the greeting of Grandfather Sun who warms the earth, our bodies and gives us light, so we can see the food that Mother Earth brings.
There were three song men: Mathew Doyle, Cecil Mcleod and Richard Green.
One of the really great things about living in this country - even with all the whingers who have climbed out of the sodden floor boards in the last 24 hours - is that our political leaders can wander in and around the people without any apparent security presence. The two women in the front row are the case in point. With the big floppy hat is the Governor of our state, Professor Marie Bashir. She is a professor of psychiatry, and Chancellor of the University of Sydney. And very popular. Next to her, in the dark sunnies, is the Premier of our state, Kristina Keneally. She is very unpopular, struggling with only a 20% popularity in the polls, and heading for a rout at the poll this coming March. Nary a policeman in sight. And long may it continue.
Tomorrow: Journey with the Seven Sisters as they transit from East to West, and blow in the great wind spirit, Kooro-Kori.