Trauma Trails, Recreating Song Lines: The Transgenerational Effects of Trauma in Indigenous Australia

Trauma Trails, Recreating Song Lines: The Transgenerational Effects of Trauma in Indigenous Australia

Trauma Trails, Recreating Song Lines: The Transgenerational Effects of Trauma in Indigenous Australia

Trauma Trails, Recreating Song Lines: The Transgenerational Effects of Trauma in Indigenous Australia

Synopsis

Taking readers into the depths of sadness and despair and into the heights of celebration and hope, this disturbing account details the trauma suffered by Australia's indigenous people and the resultant "trauma trails" spread throughout the country.

Excerpt

During a time of great pain and crisis in my life, my greatgrannie came to me and gave me a gift. She sent me a dream.

Dream: 7 September 1993

In this dream, a daytime dream, I was walking—walking with a big mob of people to the place where my granddaughters would grow. And as we walked I could hear sounds of laughing, singing, sadness, crying. Big mobs of people together walking to some place—into the future.

I asked “Where are we going?” and the answer came “To a place.” I asked “How will we know that place?” and the answer came “We’ll know”!

We came to a place, the place? This place!

I asked “What do we do now?” and the answer came “We come here, and we sit with each other. We tell our stories. We grieve together. and we dance and we sing together. If we do this, as we listen to each other’s stories, in our grieving, in our singing, in our dancing, we give power to each other for the healing to begin.”

So in my dream we sat together, big mobs of people sitting on the ground.

In my dream, I was calling to my old friends to “come, come and sit and talk with me”, calling all the names of those people I have known and loved over the years, “Come, come and sit with me and tell me what you have been doing, where you are going. Let me hear your stories as we travel together.”

Then I saw my great-grannie and grannie, sitting with many other old, old women whom I did not know. They beckoned to me to come to them. So I went through the throng of people to where they were sitting.

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