Greetings from Domeland!
The second leg of this tribe's trip has placed us in the southern Sierras, in
an old living space of the indigenous people of the area--our base camp sports
some grinding holes left in slabs of granite, and even some paintings!
This valley surrounding the Kern River gets its name from the gigantic chunks
of granite exposed by the glacier that carved its way through the mountains
here, millennia ago. What's more, the landscape experienced an extensive fire a
couple decades ago, which left fields of dead trees, fallen and still standing,
in its wake. Along with the colored willows flanking the river down its winding
path, it all is a sight to see, to say the least.
It's a fit place to study nature philosophy, our main focus on this leg, which
has paralleled a study of the Old People of the hunter-gatherer era. Their love
for the natural world has slowly unfolded itself into my own perceptions; it's
starting to feel less like a trip and more like an experience. The nature is
encapsulating my days, rather than just being an aspect of them. Mornings
consist of practicing my 60-day ritual (a course requirement) of meditation
and/or Chi Gong, journal entries, and trying to squeeze out a nature-based
poem--all while listening to the trickle of the river and feeling the rising
sun warm my back after a cold, brisk night.
Tea has become ritual; it's nice watching the tribe members go about their
morning businesses while waiting for the water to boil, an event which usually
calls people to the "living room" of the base camp. Soon after
breakfast, morning class is held, in which the assigned readings are discussed
after a quick Yoga session. At around noon, the day is ours until the evening.
We're free to explore the area, hang out in camp, take a nap, bask in the sun,
stare at a tree--basically whatever floats our boat, provided we read the
material of the day in time for evening class, which is held after dinner,
cooked by the two chefs-of-the-day. Despite only knowing the tribe for less than a month, I can safely say that I
feel part of a close-knit family. That's hard enough in the front country, and
yet it all seems beautifully simple out here, together and compassionate.
Time with ourselves has been beautiful. I feel refreshed as a whole; our 60-day
practices are designed so that we may develop a self-enriching ritual, finally,
now that we're out of the stresses and demands of modern society. My focus on
poetry and meditative practice is a result of my desperate need to release
erroneous tension, and boy is it working! Little did I expect that every day is
a meditation of its own. The readings--among them Muir, Emerson, Thoreau, and
Whitman--are unbelievably relevant and relatable to my experience out here, as
well as my life as a whole.
After all, one of our goals here is to experience what the aboriginal people
did, being immersed in nature with a small community to depend on and love.
It's slowly all making sense. If you'll excuse me, I think I feel like taking a
dip in the river.
-Buckminster Barrett
