28 December Wadi Rum, Jordan
A playground in another world, today I climbed in the wadi, Arabic for valley, of giant red sand dunes, sandstone hudus, and basalt rocks coated in desert varnish. The black stain of the desert varnish is created by microbes that live on the surface of the rocks, oxidizing manganese and red iron oxide and coated in clay to reduce heat and radiation.Â
Riding a camel is a lesson in looseness, much like knitting. The more you relax, the easier it is. Rocking back and forth in the saddle straddling Arfawn's hump, the movement of my entire body was dictated by the movement of the camel. How often in life is the movement of our bodies determined by something that is beyond our control? Such as being pushed by the waves floating in the ocean or rocking in our mother's arms as a baby. It seems more commonly our motion is moved by machines: riding elevators, escalators, driving in cars. How are our bodies effected differently by being moved by organic forces vs machines? Â
Alternatively, one may beg to differ that this is no separation between "us" and "not us". Jordanian scorpions are an excellent illustration of the organism-environment. There are two types of scorpions: ones that live in burrows in sand and debris (like the deathstalker) & others that live in holes in the rocks. The ones that live in the burrows carry their tails on the sides, while the ones that live in holes carry their tails above their backs. How do we determine our environments and our environments determine us? When does the "we" and "environment" fall away completely, like rocks dissolving into deserts?Â















