So many of the really important things I have learned in life have come from studying primitive tribes, and from being fortunate enough to interact with people belonging to the oldest living culture on this planet, while I was in Australia. Studying and interacting with them taught me just how smart those people are. For instance, you drop a white dude in the middle of the western Australian desert with nothing but the clothes on his back, he won't last more a few days at the most. The aborigines however, with little to no clothing, thrive in that vast "wasteland". That's because they didn't, and still don't, consider it a wasteland. To them, it's home. Given the fact half the time I can't find my car keys or iPhone in my own tiny home, I am always amazed they can find an emu egg full of water, years after burying it, in a land that is nothing but constantly shifting red sand dunes. I have nothing but respect for a people whose memory and sense of direction is THAT damn good.
I learned first hand that bugs and stuff that make us go, "Oh YUCK!", they consider delicacies. Seriously, most "primitive tribes" eat stuff that would make you gag, then go to your knees puking. In fact, they will pretty much eat anything that is nutritious, and doesn't eat them first. Oddly enough, once I got over my own gag reflex, I discovered some what of the Aborigines ate, actually tasted pretty good. Though none of it really tasted like chicken. Not even the emu meat. One thing this taught me is that one reason they can live in such harmony with the land, is because they take advantage of every morsel of food, and drop moisture it offers, but never take more than they need to survive. They do not ever deplete ANY one food source to the point that food source becomes endangered.
This is going to piss a lot of Christians off, but I also found the Australian Aborigines to be far more spiritually advanced than any Christian I had ever met. My views have not changed concerning that issue. Some of their elders hold the power of life and death in their hands so strongly, they can point a bone at a person and whether they believe in that power or not, the person will die. At times, with an autopsy showing no true cause of death. Yet, they are extremely conscientious about using that power. They will use it only in the case of rape, and/or murder. In their society, that type of thing rarely ever happened, until the white men came to their land. After that, there wasn't enough elders, or bones, to stop the tide of murdering raping white men that overwhelmed them.
The aboriginals of Australia also have this totally awesome spiritual thing they do called going "Walkabout". One of the things that most annoyed the white settlers trying to "civilize" them, was the fact they were prone to suddenly taking really really LONG walks. I mean like long walks that can last days, weeks, months, even years. To go Walkabout is a very spiritual experience for an Australian Aborigine. It is something that is a big part of their way of life. It is the act of walking away from everything, in order to discover yourself, your true place in the tribe, and the world. Long before Moses was said to wander alone in the desert, Australian Aborigines were wandering alone in their deserts, and beyond, on amazing spiritual journeys.
We so called "civilized" human beings can a learn a lot from the Australian Aborigines, the Native Americans, and other "primitive" tribes. The one thing we most need to learn from them is the one thing they all have in common. That one thing is a very deep physical and spiritual connection to Mother Earth. If we don't, it is really going to be the death of us.
From my newest Flickr Set
I stopped by the koi pond earlier after I got the laundry in the dryers, and was mercilessly teased by a gorgeous bright orange monarch butterfly. The coloring and markings on it were just perfect. I think it was a relatively young one because I saw no tattered wings on it. It darted all around, flitting from flower to flower, but never stopping long enough for me to get a pic of it with the iPhone. At one point, it actually landed on my shoulder for a split second, and I swear laughed at me as I tried to snap the photo. I think it was still laughing as it flew a perfect circle around me, then darted off.
I am sure anyone watching me was also laughing at the sight of me desperately trying to creep on that butterfly with my iPhone. In the end, I could only smile and laugh myself as I watched that carefree butterfly teasing me. I wonder, was it an offspring of that fuzzy soaked caterpillar I carefully removed from the pool one day, and put in the sun to dry. Was this gorgeous bright orange butterfly that symbolizes beauty transformation, and rebirth teasing me to let me know it was grateful I saved it's ancestor?
I never did get a photo of that teasing butterfly. But, even without a pic, I will have the memory of that teasing butterfly for a long time. Sometimes the Photo Gods and Goddesses smile on me and let me capture moments like this through my camera lens. Other times, I think the Word Gods and Goddesses decide I'm suppose to "capture" the moment through the art of writing. And that's not a bad thing because it takes me back to my roots. Back to that place where words were, and still are, a great undying passion of mine. Back to that place where I first became Beyond Blonde.
Perhaps that's why I could never get a photo of it. It was there to remind me what I transformed into that long ago day when the editor of the newspaper, sat staring at my first column, and asked, "What in the blazes am I suppose to call this?" I joking replied as I flounced out of the break room, "Call it Beyond Blonde." And though I didn't realize it at the time, my transformation into BB had begun.
Update on this story! The name of this beautiful plant is a Castor Bean. Like the little red poppy, it proves how good Mother Nature is at spreading her seeds around.
It seems I may have made another unique discovery at Kreutzberg Canyon Natural Area. This beautiful natural area is on the way to Cave Without A Name, and well worth visiting. Those of you who have been with me for awhile now may remember a story entitled, A Solitary Beauty, I did about a little red poppy I discovered at KCNA.
My newest discovery also involves another red flower. Only this is a very tiny red flower, on a very big bush. Had it not been for discovering those beautiful little Texas Frog Fruit flowers, I probably wouldn't have looked twice at the little red things on that great big bush. But Mother Nature had taught me a lesson I won't soon forget with those little beauties, so I stepped right up close to that bush, and when I realized what I was seeing, zoomed that new camera of mine in for one tight close up shot. Then I backed off, and shot a photo of the actual bush they were on. I'm glad I did because it might help the people involved now with Kendall County Partnership For Parks figure out what that plant and beautiful little red streamers flower is.
I just hope KCPP isn't getting mad at me for discovering stuff nobody knew they had there. That place is becoming really special to me because of the unique things I am seeing in it. The poppy of course is far from unique, but it was the only one that bloomed that year in KCNA. I'm sorry to say I have not seen any of its offspring blossom and bloom there. According to a representative of KCPP, my sharing that photo allowed them to see the little red streamer flower on that big bush for the first time.
I love to learn, especially about things I love, so all this research and learning I'm doing about the flowers I photograph is a labor of love. Out of respect for those beautiful flowers, I now try my best to find out the name of any flower photo I publish. I tried my best to find out what that strangely beautiful red streamers beauty is, but alas, Google let me down.
To view my Flickr Flowers Photo Album Click Here And you can check out my newest Fotopedia Story, Flower Power