ARCHES OF MOAB

DRY BONE BARITONES

I will always remember that scene in Picnic at Hanging Rock, when the four young girls, dressed in frilly white frocks, break away from the party and climb up the rock face. They are slowly overcome by fatigue, and at some point the rock begins to hum - the kind of low vibration that makes hairs stand up on the back of one's neck. The kind of low vibration that occurs when wind is trapped in high places; eery, mystical, somewhat scary. 

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A group of Scientists studying the arches of Utah's national parks have recently found that the arches are humming. 

While conducting research on the health of the arches, and trying to determine when and why individual arches may fall down, the team found that they were able to measure the vibrations of the arches as they moved in the wind. By studying these vibrations, they could then assess the internal structures, movements and overall health of each arch. 

Reading about this, I was struck by the feeling of an instantaneous meshing of my experiences and scientific fact. I had often felt the humming of larger rocks, the way one can hear a TV being switched on in the next room. It is at once a knowing, and a physical sensing of the thing. 

According to these scientists, the rocks are not only humming, they are also moving, being plucked by the wind like strings of a cello. 

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EARTH

AIR &

WATER

“Millions of years of Earth time and Earth water create a natural arch, rib bone of Earth—red sandstone, pale limestone, dark basalt—by flaking small pieces of rock off a slender wall until a hole finally forms. Water, the agent of erosion, dissolves the rock and gathers in its small cracks and fractures, freezing and expanding, loosening rock grains sometimes too small to see. Arches are Earth clean to the bone. A person walking through one walks through Time. Land arches are most common in the Southwest, particularly in the Utah canyonlands and the Four Corners area. Sea arches occur in coastal bluffs, where it’s the constant pounding of ocean waves that wears a hole through a promontory wall. Natural bridges are a type of arch, but they are created in a different way. Instead of rainwater and snowmelt, it’s the current of a stream or river that eventually cuts a hole in the rock. ”

— LINDA HOGAN - HOME GROUND

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the bones of the Earth laid bare
move with the frequencies
of air

- an intimate connection
between the two.

and me
standing there
in the gaping chasm that separates my foreign consciousness
from my ancient new home
listening in on the conversation
trying to make sense of a language I do not speak
catching only the faintest hints of those words
that hold a common root
and yet, acutely aware of the gist of it all.

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ORCA

SENTIMENT | SENTIENT

FEELING | EMOTION | EXPRESSION | CREATIVITY

Far into the distance a flume of water evaporated against the sun; a temporary rainbow sparkling inside a cloud. And then again. And now, only a few hundred meters from the boat, she broke the surface and, in an instant, cartwheeled through the air, creating the most spectacular sight I have ever seen. A small child on the boat cried out, with the utmost sincerity, "What a magnificent creature!" I could feel it too: the allure of the Orcas, and their presence. People had gathered along the shoreline to watch the Orcas pass, and every noise seemed to be drowned in an unwavering sea of connection linking me to the scene as I watched. They hugged the shoreline, searching for the early season Chinook salmon. At one point, a young Orca lifted itself slowly out of the ocean belly first, turning itself to reveal the gleaming black and white pattern of its body before slapping through the surface. The word mesmerising does not even begin to describe it. 

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Many belief systems see the ocean as the source of all life, including our commonly held Evolutionary paradigm. Some indigenous groups of the Americas believe that Orcas are guardians of heritage, holding within them a spark of the original creative source. Watching an Orca from a boat, seeing that gentle spray of their spout and the deep inhale they take before a dive, may also teach us the power of the breath - of respiration - an important resource of life on Earth.

je respire
...I breath...

Those scientists who have studied Orca will also attest to their creative nature, in the form of play. Orcas exhibit playful behaviours that are seemingly unlinked to their practical ones, behaviours such as breaching, spyhopping, and tail slaps. When two pods of Orca meet after a long time apart, they will undertake a kind of greeting ritual, in which the two groups face one another and slowly merge until they are intermingled. While this is happening, they will vocalise and express their excitement through playful behaviour. 

This kind of social interaction is not unusual for Orcas, as they are highly social and sentient creatures. Studies have shown that the part of an Orcas brain relating to social thoughts and feelings is relatively larger than that of a humans, and thus their social bonds may be even stronger. It has even been noted that the Orcas of the Southern Resident Community work within a matriarchal social system - both male and female offspring stay with their mothers the entirety of their lives. 

j'appartiens
...I belong...

Perhaps these are the reasons we feel so sad when we see an Orca in captivity. To capture an Orca, to take it out of its habitat and away from its family, is to oppress its natural creativity and social feelings. Conversely, an Orca in the wild is a reminder of the pure and powerful forces of creativity, expression and feeling. 

je me souviens de se sentir
...I am reminded to feel...

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SEATTLE JAZZ

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...in every dark jazz club, in the smoky corners
I will never see such an odd assortment as
that April 2015, amongst the...

...scattered wineglasses and deep couches
a framed Picasso print
and a lady in a green sequined jacket
but that was not the oddest of things,
it was the...

...group of people
variously arranged across the settee
a hodge-podge of personality:

a white haired Farrah Fawcett
the bobbed New York firecracker
and the one that looked uncannily like
Morgan Freeman,
not least of all, the little Taiwanese man
who kept elbowing Nicole
and making all manner of crude advances
which she...

...deftly ignored till he hummed in the background
absorbing instead their talk of the past
of a bar they once owned
home to food, drink and friends,
and to the band that was playing -
Oberton Berry - I seem to recall
but...

...I cannot recollect rightly
all the details therein
for, I became tired, attention lingered
on the edge of sight and sound
their talk now the hum
to the music
and the buzzing of the wine;

I might as well have been asleep
dreaming of the city lights...

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