A day like no other
Normally I don’t do FWF – free write Fridays. But this one caught my attention:
Here is your FWF prompt…
Today you have been granted the opportunity to go anywhere, do anything, meet anyone, travel in time…whatever you wish, it is yours. Now, there’s a catch. (Isn’t there always?) When you wake up tomorrow… you will not remember any of it.
Would you still choose to take the offer? Can you drink in the moment and enjoy it knowing you will have no recollection of what happened? Think about it? How important is a memory? In a time when every moment is documented via social media, photographs and video. We have lost the ability to just ‘breathe in’ and enjoy what is right in front of us because we interrupt the moment by grabbing our phone to post about it on Facebook, or snap a picture and share it on Instagram or try to define the moment in a 140 character tweet. Think about it…
Would I do it, absolutely! and what would I do with an opportunity like this? I would choose a tribe to spend my day with. It could be the Masai from Kenya, the Maori’s from New Zealand, the Zulu from Tanzania, the Aborigines of Australia. Tribes that I have dreamt of spending time with since I was 5 or 6 years old. Even if I retain no memory of it I would still want to do this. Spend a day with a tribal elder and just listen to him/her. I might not remember any of it the next day but I am damn sure that a day like that would not be totally wiped out from my subconscious mind. Somewhere, something, will linger and it will shape how I see, feel and interpret things. The boundaries of my mind will expand. The imagination will run a little more freely. Just as you cannot throw in a stone in the water without creating ripples, this day cannot possibly just disappear without leaving behind some ripples in me.
The Masai are powerful and proud people, yet their culture is being bottled and sold in this age of consumerism. I want a day of undiluted Masainess. Does that make sense? I would love to do a walk-about with an Aboriginal elder. The rite of passage that initiates the young to the ways of nature. To walk about, to sing the songs that your ancestors have sung, to learn the names of the things in nature and to know them, truly know these elements….. that would be a dream come true.
The ancient wisdom, the knowledge of nature that these people have are disappearing. I worry about the disappearance of knowledge. The age of ignorance of nature has long been upon us. We live in concrete cities with no clue. We have forgotten natural medicine, the cures in nature, the good things in nature. We’ve destroyed nature with science, with industrialization, with our fertilizers and pesticides. We destroy diversity of ecology, all in the name of contributing to our economy.
If I could have a day, just a day, even if I didn’t tweet about it or immortalize it with pictures shared on instragram, somewhere deep down, these memories would be stored in my cells. And I would take a day like that … any time 🙂
Posted on July 19, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged Aboriginal Australians, dreams, Facebook, Instagram, Kenya, knowledge, life, Māori people, New Zealand, Tanzania, tribal culture, tribal knowledge, wishes, Zulu people. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.