Last night I watched a powerful movie. Whale Rider is the story of Paikea, a young Maori girl, who defied tradition and a strong patriarchal lineage to become the leader of her tribe. She intuitively felt and did not question her deep connection to whales. She knew when they were present and could understand them. Whales were considered ancestors to the Maori people.
Pai followed her inner voice, her heart and a deep knowing that defied logic. Fortunately, she had a formidable ally in her grandmother, Nanny. The strength and courage Pai displayed went far beyond her 11 years.
My favorite part of the movie is at the end, when Pai’s tribe recognizes her as their true leader and chief. They returned to their ancestral ways, learned and honored ancient tribal songs, dances, their spiritual connection to whales, the ocean and their Maori ancestors.
Whenever I watch Whale Rider, I always sob at the end. It usually goes on for a while. I’ve come to understand what’s actually happening inside me is that I’m grieving the loss of living with a deep soul connection to our ancestors in our current life. If we reestablished our bond with them, I believe it would change everything. We would:
know who we are
feel a deep sense of belonging
never feel alone and
it would heal our hearts and souls very deeply.