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VOCALIZE: A Natural and Cultural History Project

June 20th, 2016 | Posted by in Graduate M.Ed. Program

By Emily Ford, graduate student in the Institute’s 15th cohort.

“VOCALIZE” attempts to share the Natural and Cultural History of the Loon through multiple ways of knowing. This project blends Indigenous Education and Scientific Study through the following list of topics, in order to create an ecological and social learning platform for all: Etymology, Art, History, Biography, Archeology, Astronomy, Taxonomy, Phylogeny, Poetry, Geology, Mapping, Natural History, Anthropology, Biology, American Literature, Conservation Studies, Storytelling, Indigenous Education and Pedagogy, and Place-Based Learning.

The multidisciplinary nature of Natural History allows both cultural and scientific knowing to be shared and valued. The Common Loon (Gavia immer), is not only the focus in this project, but also provides a lens to investigate Environmental and Social Justice, especially as it pertains to North America’s Native First Peoples. The Loon’s hauntingly visceral “call of the wild” has spoken to humans throughout the centuries, and offers a vessel for silenced cultural perspectives to come to light.

Within the project booklet, you will learn about the appearance, habits, and vocalizations of the charismatic Common Loon. Dive beneath the water, and you will also experience the emotions, voices, stories, and values held by the Loon. As we observe and interpret the Loon’s being, we must also recognize the human context of engaging with nature. “VOCALIZE” serves as an example and call to action for all readers to be open minded, aware, and inclusive of diverse human experience and beliefs. Chinese Teapots Wholesale Chinese Teapots Amber Spiral Bracelets
It demonstrates the importance of listening to and valuing every voice, including the voice of the Earth, as we come to realize our interrelations.

For example, I examine the word “vocalize,” often used to describe the loon’s various calls. In English, “Vocalize” means to articulate, or to sing vowel sounds, and comes from the root ‘call out’, or ‘cry.’ I pair this with the many Ojibwe definitions, in order to value their language and roots of their words. This serves as an example of how language is a form of power, and it is important to present more than just one perspective. I also use this word to reiterate the layered metaphors of indigenous oppression throughout the project. A loon’s call in the night comes out of the silence, and echoes with a wounded mournfulness, yet stands strong in people’s memory of wilderness and beauty. Paired with these concepts, I also include scientific studies of the four loon calls and their adaptive uses for communication.

Similarly, I investigate the bird’s many names. Loon’s scientific name is Gavia immer, from Scandinavian roots. In Ojibwe, “Loon” and “brave” are the same word: “Maang.” I then share the creation story of the loon, from astronomy, to Indigenous creation stories, to evolution and archeology.  

My poetry is scattered throughout the booklet to reinforce the subject topics and include my own reflections and voice. This poem follows the investigation of our naming of the loon and its vocalizations, as well as a discussion of layered metaphors about the power and oppression of language use. Accompanying the poem is art by Ojibwe artist Jackson Beardy who fought as an activist, educator, and artist, for the rights of Canada’s First Peoples and the revitalization of woodland cultures.

VOCALIZE

 

lake night, ink-black stillness

unnamed, you could be anywhere

out of the infinite silence

suddenly

Loon’s wail,

piercing the vacuum

mournful, growing,

searching harmonics:


 

“where

are

    you?

 

the echos patiently ripple

until settling acoustics  

soften the abyss

back into warm darkness

full but silent

like your heart

the red moon pulses

beyond a cloud cage

you inhale, the void

tightening inside you.

 

bursting with bravery,

Solidarity,

 

You respond.

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Jackson Beardy, Bear Claw Gallery – First Nations Art

Another example of my multi-disciplinary and multi-perspective Natural History investigation is the shared theme of diving, and going beneath the surface.

Slide One: Adaptations

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Slide Two: Ojibwe Loon Clan System

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Slide Three: Artist and Biography (Bear Claw Gallery)

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Lastly is a poem written in context of a discussion of wilderness, wildness, conservation, and my personal journey during this loon project. Part of my project was reflecting on my personal experiences with loons, growing up in Northern Michigan and spending childhood summers in Killarney, Ontario and upstate New York. Loons in North Cascades National Park are uncommon but present, and I have heard and observed a few during my year here. On the last morning of our 2015 wildfire evacuation, I heard a loon wail across the lake, stilled by smoke-saturated air. This spring, I got to know two loons on Diablo Lake and saw over 70 Pacific Loons in their breeding plumage migrating North on the Salish Sea. Lastly, I hope to join the park survey to revisit a breeding pair at Hozomeen Lake this summer.

 

Spring Wind

 

I hear Loon call

From the distant lake

Through my closed doors

 

Like a skipped stone

The mournful wail

taps open the still water,

once

dense

with discontent

broken by drumming over the depths now brimming

with vibrant concentric rings rippling

and a persistent pulse to shore radiating

up

through Cedar’s spine,

who sways grounded  

 

grounded in gratitude for roots, rings,

and a view framed by supple needles,

needles like the end of a conductor’s flowing baton,  

which softly invite the first collective inhale

 

then breathe the first note of music into the air

the spring wind whispers awake

sweeping clean the meandering, deserted crevasse

which somehow held empty space full

with heart-wrenched winter wishing

 

And the spring wind whistles along

beaded by floating, twirling pollen

tousling long hair and

tickling the nose of a well-rested black bear.

 

After a couple of twitches and scrunches,

he blinks his obsidian eyes, and rises from slumber

and the spring wind sings stories

across forests of bird song

from those who have arrived, and those yet to come

sailing in on the swells of warm rain  

and the sweetness of first flowers

 

And the spring wind howls harmonies

with coyote’s playful yips,

summoning one frog’s sluggish croak

into a cacophony of choppy waves

 

It swirls around Cedar’s crown,

and dances back into its boughs,

nesting in comfort and heartbeat

 

Saturated,

it spins into spider’s web woven,

tangled with life as we know it

wrapped at last

in warm, silky embrace

before scattering silently to the stars.


Thank you for reading and if you have any questions, or comments, feel free to email me at emily_ford@ncascades.org.

 

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