9/10/06

Sunday Night and It's Just Me and the House Cricket

For those who sent comments I apologize. I just found them. They're up.

I've had many inspirations for posts, mostly they wind up in notebooks.

Here was my Saturday morning, attending the New Mexico State Fair Parade with friends and family.



I should have taken before and after photos. The parade was an interminable two-and-a-half hours long. We probably saw every marching band, every fire engine and horse in the state. We sat near a street corner holding some unresolved energy. During the parade a police car erupted in a cloud of smoke and broke down there, a low rider car stalled, a vintage trailer had to be pushed off the street, and a shriner in a tiny car broke down.

We all agreed there were too many politicians in the parade. One politician can be too many politicians.

In the latest World Literature Today out of Norman, Oklahoma (thanks for putting me on the mailing list, the magazine is now beautifully designed with excellent interviews and literature from all over the world). An interview with Yo-Yo Ma by Michelle Johnson really sparked me in thinking about culture, and about impetus for growth for Mvskoke culture.

Yo-Yo Ma says: "Years ago in Japan, a wise man told me that if you look deeply enough at anything thought of as local--be it music, an idea, a tradition, a craft--you find that the local thing has global roots. We think of ancient people as being so isolated, yet here is this trade route alaong which religions and music and musical instruments and foods and goods all traveled. Of course, people traveled with them, and the people and the goods and the ideas and everything else all had enormous influence on one another."

I consider the walls many tribal cultures erected for self-defense, for cultural integrityl. We needed them for survival. Now in many cases, they have begun to crush and smother cultural growth. I think of those in the tribe who would throw out anyone not Christian, or anyone who looks like they might have African blood. When I heard that a woman stood up an announced that our tribe "was a Christian nation" I was appalled and dismayed. Our strength has always been diversity of expression within the tribe. The most traditional foster this. Maybe it is too late, but I don't think so. I consider the amazing trade routes we followed and still follow, and the tremendous inspiration and growth possible. Our cultures contain many threads leading all over the world. We enrich other and they in turn, that is, in a healthy system. We're appear to be a long way from healthy these days.

Every day I practice my sax (or as my saxophonist mentor and friend Libbie reminds me, "Play, don't practice.") I say a little thank you to Adolfe Sax. He was born in Belguim, spent most of his life in Paris. He was villified by jealous enemies for inventing the saxophone. The sax made it across the Atlantic, found a place in jazz and American music. It's one of the favorite instruments of Creek people. Even my grandmother Naomi Harjo played sax in Indian Territory. One of these days it might be considered a Mvskoke traditional instrument.

Found another morning glory as we returned to the car from the parade. Or it found me:



And this morning I saw and understood deeply that there was indeed a time of communication between humans and animals. Most of us have forgotten. Some of the animals have,too. Others remember, as do some humans. An incredible depth of relationship has been reduced to children's stories for entertainment. We don't seem to get metaphor anymore.

Here's a grasshopper who said I could take his photo. My grandson Chayson calls them "Grasshelpers".



Please note that the above are just notes, in early stages of deveopment. Take them as such. Mvto.

2 comments:

one more survivor said...

Thank you so much for your "notes" and thoughts. They encourage me and give me hope and comfort. I live in a place where I see and hear many living things and your thoughts echo many of my own. I find comfort and contact with a like minded soul even though we've never met. I read your blog almost every day as I struggle to get through the same things we are all experiencing - it helps - thanks for the beauty you offer and contribute. I'd gotten bogged down in everything else.

BlueHorseFlying said...

For many years, I've noticed so many similarities of thought, traditions, dress in so many peoples on Earth.
Maybe the same 'Spirits' under different names and understandings according to thier own cultures influenced by their own environment... languages, knowledge..their cultures...showed them the same things in dreams, in visions...Their center of the Universe influencing thier own means of survival and understanding.
I also think..and have dreampt, we have traveled more than anthros know..or some beginning to think so. Ancient stories of many say so as well...
A woman wrote a book about the similarities between Nihonjins/ Japanese and some 'Puebloan' peoples...in particular, Zuni...the language. Elders said that it was easy to learn to understand each others language. A number of people were outraged. Maybe pride and uniqueness of one's own people's..that doesn't need to be disabled. Mixtures have always created the unique..I think...mixture of traditions...and blood.
And in years...and thousands of years, new cultures arose....we don't need to lose good traditions by knowing and understanding..and bringing in something new and beneficial..whether it be a thing, thoughts,.....
A Katydid that lived in the big leaves of the Ivy Plants that framed my bedroom window, the Stars and Sky, my sister Horse and a very litlle Red Bird that talks at night told me..many...showed.. many things in Arizona.
One day, I layed down on my belly ..a not thinking action...while on a walkabout and kissed the Red Earth...for everything....'We are all Related' is not a cliche'...should not be.