The last few weeks have been spent immersed in cultural activities and traditional song and dance; the world around me has been very scattered because of bouncing from linearity to metaphorical thoughts. Add the community into that picture and you have a very powerful mixture of prayer - in sound, in physicality, in the mental and in the emotional - it doesn't get any bigger or better than this.
However, it has caused me (as always) to question the thoughts that linger into the wee hours of the night as I listen to the 10,000 songs that are to be learned.
I feel that the Pueblos of the southwest have maintained a strong connection to ceremonies of the old that have passed from generation to generation, from society to man to child. It has been a successful process until the last twenty years as generations of children have grown up in front of a T.V. which has literally destroyed the voice to ear to mind thought practice. It has created a strange hybridized way of learning which is still odd for the generation ahead of them. However, they are creating a way of teaching that is maintaining something of value. With every generation goes the proper knowledge and the songs and the speech patterns.
It's been sad to see the last of the old-timers leaving and to hear their voices pleading in speech to hold on to the old. It's heartbreaking. Why? Because it is old and I think every generation goes through these conflicts - fighting to keep what is changing to stay the same, but logically nothing ever stays as we want it to stay and even the old-timers of today were, in their own youth, being told the same things about aspects of loss and change. Yet somehow we have survived in sisterhood and brotherhood. We admire what is still here and what is maintained is still very big and complex and is to be revered.
But... if the language isn't being learned and the inflictions aren't proper inflictions then what survives?
That is the question...
What will survive?
Even the earth with all the rain we've been having isn't enough. The water is not as clean and as abundant.
The old village is a ghost town after 5:00 pm and that's where the hearth of the people is.
The food we crave now is destroying the mental prowess of the people.
The consumption of all the negativity: food, booze, pills, radiation etc... has found a way into our kivas.
I have always said that we are an endangered, enraged, ingrained species slowly fading out of its own existence like the Passenger Pigeon or the Baiji river dolphin.
Mankind, everyone included, has the honor of being the most destructive force to ever hit Mother Earth.
Humans have lent a helping hand too by over hunting and over population, driving a species to extinction is nothing to be proud of and it’s certainly not slowing down. We have failed is how I feel at times and the death of us all would be better. However, we are still here. Yet to see the end of the tunnel or the light at the end of the tunnel is futile. Something drastic is about to happen and will happen or maybe it already has begun and there's nothing we can do about.
The earth, our mother, is waking up. She is slowly turning over to see what has been happening.
We are living and loving in some interesting times - the most amazing times known to man.
We were chosen for this time - to struggle, to help, to fight, to love, to breed, to sing, to dance, to cry, to eat, to invent, to die.
I'm not afraid of change and I'm not afraid of being hurt or hurting, it's the craving of all the crazy ass things we have invented that bothers me.
I don't need a better, smarter phone. I'm too stupid but I want one.
I don't need another Mac computer but it would be nice to download more shit I don't need.
I don't need another car but damn it my neighbor just got one.
I don't need a flat screen T.V. I live in a round world but it would be nice to see Bonaza in HD.
I don't need a green chili cheese baloney fried-bread sandwich but... it tastes so damn good.
Many thoughts, my friend, as I go through hours of contemplation listening to thousand year old songs still being sung with a guttural voice bred a thousand years ago to be sung on this rainy night of August 24, 2012. I guess it boils down to this.
WE'RE STILL HERE! ---> THAT'S WHAT MATTER'S!!!
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change. Darwin
Anyone for a Darwin sandwich?