This morning I woke up thinking about the cultures that have formed me. One of those is the Tsachi culture of western Ecuador At that time, the Tsachi cosmology held that there is a level at which pretty much everything is alive.
Out my window this morning I saw two kinds of seafaring vessels. One was a raft of sea ducks, mixed scoters, mergansers and Goldeneyes. The other was the US Turner Joy, a decommissioned US Navy destroyer that is now a floating maritime museum.
Life tells stories. What kind of stories do each of these vessels tell? The second tells stories of a people’s efforts to fend off perceived threats. The first, an ancient and adaptable pursuit of life in a world that is increasingly toxic, due to the actions of the humans who tell stories about the second. I am convinced that the ducks have more to teach us, and should be listened to accordingly.