The afternoon sun managed to bleach out the bones of the afternoon lesson. Everybody seemed to come apart at the same time. We all needed water, and without shade we were losing moisture from our body at an increased rate.
Mary provided me with information, the kind of relevance we look for, the land at the Wallace/Reichenau property was described by Mary as extremely over grazed. I asked if there was a plant that would reinvigorate the environment, she said buffalo grass was a good option and that it was drought resistant. I then asked if that meant buffalo would feed on it, she confirmed that that was indeed a valid relationship. I was super excited, the idea of the buffalo returning to the landscape, and restoring a hunter gatherer type lifestyle was something I am a strong proponent of. I see this future free of factory farming, where modified self reliance can exist along side modern life, augmenting our reliance on convenience with a more sustainable method of subsistence. I have called it Buful Culture after the primary source of meat. It has always seemed to me that taking one or two free ranging animals out of the environment per year, an animal indigenous to the landscape, is a far more sustainable subsistence strategy in the modern context than is the modern grocery store super system.
The entertainment of the Friday fiasco was provided by John’s amusing retelling of his accident prone childhood. No doubt we are lucky to know John because he could have gone missing at numerous points during his youth. We also had a good laugh about Netta’s childhood arthropod friend, leave it there she said to her parents. As we compiled a group understanding through oral retelling we all started to learn about each other and our distinctive experiences. The lunchtime conversation was a perfect example of how oral traditions start and become fixed in the cultural minds within social groups. I will never look upon James again without seeing a young man who survived an encounter with a Portuguese Man of War being applied to his nude genitals. And that story, along with the others I heard will work their ways into my cultural group and gain a life of its own with a population who were not present for the event and did not here the story from the orator.
Grants phone provided the experience of the afternoon. My thinking on the subject was that if there was anyone who would be able to recover a lost phone from a field of sage, it would be Grant, with his skill as a spacial locator, and his knowledge of technology, I felt confident he would be able to geolocate that phone without any trouble. We will see.
The Durango fire continues to burn uncontrolled. For me those are the mountains of my childhood, I hiked Hermosa every weekend for years while growing up. It is tragic to see the destruction of such a pristine environment. If we are looking for relevance we needn’t look further than climatic change. No matter what the cause, in the near term the southwestern United States is likely going to undergo the greatest amount of climatic change. But I saw an article the other day that gave me hope, it was about a Canadian company which has created carbon dioxide scrubbers in the form of a mega machine. It works by sucking in atmospheric gases and removing and degrading carbon dioxide. I was super happy to see it, for me it seemed like the only logical solution to the problem.
Coyote was sitting alone playing his bone flute. Creator came to join him, coyote, creator said, why is your song so happy? Coyote said I play a happy song for all the greatness of the stars in the sky. Silly coyote said creator, don’t you know there is greatness in everything. Coyote said but surly the stars are the greatest. Creator replied that the universe was created so that no matter where you are, or what you are doing, there is always something to marvel at. Coyote said that makes my song sad in comparison. Creator said again, silly coyote, don’t you know it is each song being made that gives glory to the course of all creatures songs. So go play coyote, and live life only for joy, and make your contribution to the course beautiful and wise with the words I have shared.
So, week four begins in short order. And soon we will be in our final week. My thought was that this Saturday I should host a barbaque at my house for the field school and interns, you all should pass the idea around and let me know. Our yard is beautiful this time of year and should be used for festivity. Get back to me, party at Bennett’s House?!