Pocahontas was a hippie.

Lets just state that all Native Americans were the first real hippies before it was the cool thing to do in Bellingham. They lived off the land, grew what they ate, etc.. I can say this because I am 1/4 Blackfoot. You couldn't tell by looking at me but it's the truth! 

Anyway, one of my Pandora stations is Walt Disney (really good by the way- you should check it out! It has all the Disney movie songs, as opposed to regular Disney Pandora which has Disney channel show songs. You're welcome) and yesterday the song Colors Of The Wind came on. Now, I used to love that song and listen to it all the time when I was younger. I especially loved Pocahontas because I was part native. Gotta connect with the princesses somehow.. But this was the first time I had heard the song as an adult and really listened to the words... And just.... Wow. 

Take a look at the lyrics for yourself:

You think I'm an ignorant savage

And you've been so many places

I guess it must be so

But still I cannot see

If the savage one is me

How can there be so much that you don't know?

You don't know

You think you own whatever land you land on

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim

But I know every rock and tree and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things you never know you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trains of the forest

Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers

The heron and the otter are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?

If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

We can own the Earth and still

All you'll own is Earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind

I'm fine with her harvesting her own food and saving the world and everything, but when she starts talking about how all the rocks and trees have a life and spirit... Ya that's a little outside the box for me. I understand it in a Disney movie, especially this one since she does talk to a willow tree in which she calls "Grandmother Willow". But in real life, they are people out there like that and good for them.... but it's pushing it a tad too far for me. I mean, yes, I would like to one day have a garden and harvest my own food, and can it, like my mom taught me. That's just disaster preparedness. Thinking rainstorms are your brothers? Now that's a little crazy..... :)