Crystal Spirit

 

CRYSTAL SPIRIT

 

Blue eyes hide a myriad of worlds.                                                                                                                                                                  Indian artifacts flow from nimble hands.                                                                                                                                                     Proud spirits of ancient chiefs keep watch.

She is a lady:  tall, noble, elegant.                                                                                                                                                                 She loves words, the magic of their sounds.                                                                                                                                             Colors are her joy:  red, blue, green…

A crystal of light shimmers                                                                                                                                                                         and traverses space on a cloud of thought.

 

 

A Stroll Through Vasquez Rocks State Park

Recently, our caretaker, Glenn Malapit, drove Dad and me to Vasquez State Park.  In the old days, you could see this strange collection of rocky ledges from the Sierra Hwy.  But the Antelope Valley Fwy. is well to the east of the rocks, so you must drive a ways on Agua Dulce Canyon Road and Escondido Canyon Road before you get your first glimpse of this unusual collection of rock formations.  These formations were used in old westerns, and more currently, Star Trek.  The parking lot is on a gravel road with several stones of its own that need to be negotiated before your stroll begins.  But, perhaps, a few words of the history of this Park are in order.

Erosion and movement along the Elk Horn Fault are responsible for the shale-basalt slabs of today.  The slabs are part of the Soledad Basin, which formed over time from thousands of feet of sediment.

Native Americans lived here for almost 2000 years, beginning with 200 B.C.  However, they were eliminated by diseases carried by the Spanish.  Tiburcio Vasquez and his bandits brought life back to the Basin.  Eventually, after a lucrative career, he was caught and executed, but the Park remains as a reminder of his reckless life.

What follows below are some photos of our trip to Vasquez Rocks State Park.

One of Vasquez's Rocks

One of Vasquez’s Rocks

Vasquez Rocks

Vasquez Rocks

A small valley in Vasquez Rocks

A small valley in Vasquez Rocks

standing in front of Vasquez Rocks

standing in front of Vasquez Rocks

A stratified ledge in Vasquez Rocks

A stratified ledge in Vasquez Rocks

Me, enjoying the beauty of Vasquez Rocks

Me, enjoying the beauty of Vasquez Rocks

One of the hollows at Vasquez Rocks

One of the hollows at Vasquez Rocks

A stratified edge of Vasquez Rocks

A stratified edge of Vasquez Rocks

Dad and I in front of the Rocks.

Dad at 92 and I in front of the Rocks.

The same as above photo.

The same as above photo.

the base one of Vasquez Rocks

the base of one of Vasquez Rocks with spring flowers

A vision of hardened sediment

A vision of hardened sediment

One of the sharp edges of Vasquez Rocks

One of the sharp edges of Vasquez Rocks

An opening in the Rocks

An opening in the Rocks

A series of openings in the Rocks.

A series of openings in the Rocks.

A wide opening in Vasquez Rocks

A wide opening in Vasquez Rocks

The top of a rock reveals some surprises

The top of a rock reveals some surprises

A major division of the Rocks

A major division of the Rocks

A closer look at the rock surface

A closer look at the rock surface

Some interesting mounds in the Rocks

Some interesting mounds in the Rocks

Remembering Sarah Seff Rolfe

“It is so easy to forget that the essential you… might be lost, and that the you might forget to remember from whom or what it came.” –Ronald Rolfe, geneticist.

These lines were written during aphasia when Ronald was dying from a brain tumor

 

It was my pleasure to have met Mrs. Rolfe at a time when my ideas were just beginning to develop.  When I was a child of six, I used to come over to her home to play piano and spoke of my conceptions of music.  She then moved away and I never thought I would see her.  However, during a troubled period in my life in my late teens, she returned to the very same house she had lived in earlier!  I met her at a march of candles for Soviet Jews and discussed some of the novels I had been reading.  I was most gratified to have found an informed literary companion.

Sarah Seff Rolfe or Rose Rolfe(her preferred name) became my poetry mentor and good friend.  She had come from Minnesota, where she had studied with Robert Penwarren.  She had a long correspondence with Jewish theologian, Martin Buber, and adapted his Hasidic Sayings in her collection, Songs of Legacy.  In North Hollywood, California, she took active part in poetry readings and took classes in Everywoman’s Village.  However, she did not publish a book of poetry(Terebinth Press) until one year before her death in 1984.  She titled her book, Heart And Mouth Are One.  The book was encouraged by her teacher, Carol Lem.

Mrs. Rolfe inspired me with a sense of the mystical and profound elements in nature.  She was a master at revealing human nature in its contemplative, reflective, troubled moods.  Her poems are quite musical.  In fact, some of her longer pieces resemble musical compositions;  starting with a melody, developing it through skillful rhythmic and word changes, transitioning into new harmonies, but still staying with the one original pattern.

I can still hear her musical voice, absorbing every nuance of every syllable.  Her voice was very similar to Barbara Luddy’s “Lady” in the Disney film Lady and the Tramp.  

She often invited fellow poets over for an evening of poetry and and analysis.  She was patient and kind with my early endeavors and always supportive and encouraging.  To remember her, I am including Blue Pawn, one of the best poems that she wrote.

 Blue Pawn

1

Very old, the dealer said, Navajo.

Small white prayer-beads near the clasp…

Touching the unpolished, turquoise stones,

I find underground springs,

Ghosts of my Hebrew ancestors

in fringed prayer-shawls

sway at my shoulders–quiver.

But something else here… evokes

the craftsman who shaped the necklace.

Crouched under canvas eaves, he plies

his art, sun-baked hands holy with care.

His axe rings.. where thick blue veins

of turquoise… tear from the matrix.

And what has the blue necklace to say

of such distant visions?

Pawned and redeemed at trading posts…

caught in a chain of sorrows and celebrations

and coming here to my alien hand,

my Native questions?

2

Beginnings…

My pulse holds tembrilsJewish theology, Native Americans

where the Hebrew God of Place and the

Indian Gods of many Weathers–touch.

Though sea and sky belie their blue,

I say what I see–say sapphire, cerulean,

lapis lazuli–circle of faiths.

Their laughter carves the iron wind

where turquoise winks in the rock

and earth’s blue bead, quarried in space,

trembles in the rite of stars… plays.

A Native American Voice: George Fence Speaks, Part 2.

“You will find that if people want to ask a question, that waiting is a very important part of that asking.  What we are taught from an early age is that if we remain silent and observe, that sooner or later we will have this demonstrated to us.  So, there is a cautionary aspect to learning;  not to ask questions about specifics before we achieve the capacity to really understand and to practice what we have learned…

The importance of your relationship to place is the foundation upon which the individual cultures represented by the 400+ different tribes exist.  Native communities are represented by limited geographical regions and areas, although, they might extend to other areas for tribes that are more nomadic in nature.  However, even within the tribes that have migratory histories, there is still an incredible relevance to site, to feature and to landscape.  Relationships to place embody, virtually, volumes of books of learning.  And interestingly, the more you know and compare what you know against a symbol, the greater the amount of explanation of a symbol that comes to the individual.  Local examples are the Rogue River, salmon, Pilot Rock, Table Rocks, or Mt. Pitt, otherwise known as Mt. McLaughlin.  These physical places embody a tremendous amount of historical knowledge, of everything from mathematics to medicine to social discourse, to relationship and social involvement.  It takes a lifetime to learn the many volumes of information that are packed into these symbols…

The whole egalitarian perspective on economics not only assisted in the distribution of wealth or commodities, but it also played an important and figurative role in the social structure of our communities.  Those who were best possessed with the talents and capacities to accumulate were provided with the greatest opportunity to aid and assist and to provide service to others.  And thus they acquired the mantle of leadership and responsibility and were seen as providers and protectors for those around them.  So that merit was bestowed based on the actual process of support and assistance.  This egalitarian perspective on economies valued each and every contribution, and recognized that each was important in its own specific way, that without them, there would be a lack of balance in the communities.  So, rather than bestowing specific or greater honor to the person who brought back salmon than the person who brought back obsidian, the whole point was a sort of social or cultural leveling belief that all life forms were important to the balance and the harmony of the dance that this world engages in.  We are constantly reinforcing the idea and attitude that no matter how a person or other life form is represented, it has value and importance, and that even the most lowly can be counted upon to make the greatest contributions.

A Native American Voice: George Fence Speaks, Part 1.

Several years ago, I  had the opportunity of talking with Native American activist George Fence.  George was a Cherokee who had come to Southern Oregon where he was adopted by the Takelma Tribe.  Education was the topic and George was eager to express his views as a Native American.

GF:  The connotations of education are broad, but in today’s world it means several things.  There is a kind of duality of learning that still occurs amongst many Native American people.  Historically, there are the oral traditions, the histories, the legends and the identification with sites.  Scenic overlooks, rivers and prominent landscape features were elements of this traditional education.  When Indian education was altered through the assimilation policies, education for Indians took on a dual perspective.  When the Indian students had achieved or essentially matriculated out of the institutions and returned to their tribe, they were still held to an older standard.  In many cases, the elders within the tribe saw that rather than increasing the students knowledge, they had somehow diminished it. Their native language was imperfect.  Their skills in the hunt or the chase or even identifying plants and animals, had been completely neglected.  So, the elders saw that in many respects the Indian students were no longer of use to their tribes.  So, they made certain recommendations and suggested that the European descendants, who sometimes were the people teaching at these colleges, send their children to live among the Indians and that they would provide them with an education.  Perhaps, they believed that an amalgamation could occur between the children of the Europeans and the children of the Indians if both were educated in each other’s camps.  I guess, having said that story, there was a time when native people thought thought the kinds of education the children were learning was pushing out the knowledge they thought to be the most important.  And that it was being replaced by an artificial view of the world that didn’t apply, at least, within their own paradigm.  Then there was a point in time when there were more products of the western education system among the Indians than those that carried on the traditional ways.  This happened after about three hundred years of war, coupled with the discriminate policy of isolating and separating the leaders from the followers, amongst the native communities.  Some of the policies were well-meaning.  The Indian Reorganization Act is one such policy that occurred in the thirties, right after the onset of the Roosevelt years.  The result was a real shift in modeling, and developing a tribal hierarchy that essentially mirrored the ruling class.  It transferred the authority from the old men and women of the tribe to a more, as seen from the outside, progressive or liberal form of leadership.  Today, of course, we would have to say that what survives of traditional culture has been fractionalized.  There are fewer and fewer carriers of the culture that have the tools or possess the knowledge and accompanying wisdom to transfer this information.  The stability within the social group has been altered to a large degree, whereas in times past, the elders and others could identify young people within the community who excelled at certain skills and who could be trained from early childhood.  Today, without the backdrop or the patterning of these wisdom keepers, it is difficult for many young native people to know which of these multitude of talents they particularly possess. I would say that there is a tremendous amount of traditional education still available for native people, but that it is one of the most difficult things to access.