I just watched the Explorer in Residence at the National Geographic Society, Wade Davis's, TED talks again. They are very impressive but left me wondering if the current approach to collecting and preserving indigenous knowledge is really useful for these communities or just ego based materialism and misguided do-goody-ness.
There is no doubt that there is an unfortunate chasm between the indigenous communities interests and the interests of the research community. - It leaves an aspiring do-goody human ecologist with strong consideration of 'turning on, tuning in, and dropping out'.
San Francisco Zen Center's Reb Anderson asks if these doubt questions are 'apropos of peace' he suggests that they are not but that 'being' with these questions and 'standing beside' them is apropos of peace.
I relaxed into Reb's lessons and then relaxed even more when I found this poem by Mary Oliver called When I Am Among the Trees:
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
There is no doubt that there is an unfortunate chasm between the indigenous communities interests and the interests of the research community. - It leaves an aspiring do-goody human ecologist with strong consideration of 'turning on, tuning in, and dropping out'.
San Francisco Zen Center's Reb Anderson asks if these doubt questions are 'apropos of peace' he suggests that they are not but that 'being' with these questions and 'standing beside' them is apropos of peace.
I relaxed into Reb's lessons and then relaxed even more when I found this poem by Mary Oliver called When I Am Among the Trees:
When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness,
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, "Stay awhile."
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, "It's simple," they say,
"and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine."
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