La Madre De Las Cosechas

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Hace mucho, pero mucho tiempo, cuando aún no habías nacido tú, ni tus padres, ni tus abuelos, cuando aún no habían casas ni calles, ni habían televisores ni radios, cuando aún no habían libros y los únicos cuentos que existían eran los que se escuchaban contar por los abuelos y las abuelas alrededor del fuego, hace mucho tiempo, cuando las personas todavía salían a cazar y a recolectar frutas silvestres para poder comer, pues aún no sabían cómo cultivar la tierra sembrando semillas, en ese tiempo tan lejano, casi al comienzo de los tiempos, había una niña llamada Pacha. Pacha era una niña muy particular, pues no le gustaba hacer lo que hacían las demás personas. No le gustaba ir de cacería, ni tampoco le gustaba andar por el bosque recolectando frutas silvestres. En cambio, a Pacha le gustaba hacer cosas que a nadie más le interesaba. A Pacha le encantaba jugar en la tierra, enterrando cositas y recordando dónde las había escondido para volver a desenterrarlas. Este era su propio juego. Era un juego de memoria que sólo ella entendía, y con el que ella solita se entretenía. continue reading–>

Dancing in the Ring – Learning wisdom from our indigenous cultures

photo: Wild Roses, by Tania Aguila, 2011

The English folk song “Here the Rose Buds in June” has long been one of my favorites. It sums up for me the riches of culture and our place in nature. Growing up in the nineteen seventies my environmental awakening was a school bird project at age 13, Young Ornithologists Club membership given to me by an older cousin set me on the route to birdwatching and later a life as a professional ecologist. Despite training as a scientist I have tried to integrate my love for nature into the whole of my life through art, culture and religion. This folk song I discovered at about the time that I started British traditional morris dancing and the words of this song and the earth ethic of folk dance has been a long-term influence. The three time beat and haunting melody gives it an almost hymn like quality, and it has a spiritual resonance. The many authors and holders of this song, and no doubt there were many as it was handed down and honed by several generations of singers, were clear that they were part of nature, and not separated from it as I felt growing up. Here is the song and some of my thoughts… continue reading–>

Growth – Revision for Higher Biology or Different Ways of Knowing

The bud swelled

the spring flower

unfolded

a blinding blue

translucent star

Growth: The irreversible increase in dry matter

The baby smiled

at his mother

suckled on the

warm soft breast

taking sweet nourishment

Growth: The irreversible increase in dry matter

The new leaf

shone vivid green

against azure sky

where only just before

there was

nothing

Growth: The irreversible increase in dry matter

The seed swelled

enlarged

burst open

and a green flicker

of hope for the world

emerged

Growth: The incredible increase in what matters

A Sense of Place (Campfire Meditation)

credit: Cristina Mittermeier

We’re hearing so much about Indigenous knowledge lately Knowledge about the natural world We want to know that knowledge To understand what we’ve done wrong To make things better But knowledge alone won’t do that for us Stories we hear From indigenous mouths Are not stories of Knowledge of place alone They are stories of Sense of place… continue reading–>