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Theres a couple of leguminous trees in the Sonoran Desert that the locals use extensively. The first one is the honey mesquite. Its gives shade on sun beat trails, got pods good for eating, hard wood for darn near everything, and pliable strong roots for making rope.

Story goes that there was a dude who was getting ready to go somewheres

but he got to thinking too much, vacillating, contemplating, being wishy washy,

uh maybe, maybe not. perhaps after the sun goes down. but what if. well okay just one more bite to eat. procrastinating, putting it off till later, and so on.

he paused for just a little too long

by then old man coyote was done spinning, twisting, and rolling the fibers together into rope

and he hung the indecisive person with the mesquite cordage.

the end.

guess the moral of the story, if you want to call it that, is – just go!!!

Theres another legume tree that is awful hard, its called ironwood

it was the material of choice for harpoon foreshafts, hunting clubs, footballs, and bull roarers

its said that when the waters are rough in the estero, and you are paddling around in your lil balsa raft

you chew a mash of ironwood seeds, and spit it out onto the wind and waves

the waters would then calm down and be still

and you would be able to see your prey

this was taught to the Seri by the giants of ancestral times

I cant wait to try this one out, and spear a snapper or a crab

A couple of brothers, angry with their kin, left the village in the old times

and made their way across the Sea of Cortez to Baja California

they were lost, then found by giants – a couple of women giants

the women rubbed their hands, feet, and heads with the brains of whales

and turned them into giants in this manner

it is not said if they then married the ladies, or travelled further, or what?

however, when the red fruit of the pokeweed relative Stegnosperma was ripe

in the middle of summer, in june

the brothers went home to Tiburon Island

and lived __________________________ ever after

This is, more or less, what I understand to have happened in prehistory:

The squirrel gnaws through the liana

and the giant ceiba tree falls

as it kthunks

its leaves turn into fish and scatter in the rivers

flat lands rise and fall – into valleys and mountains

and the jaguar goes a walkin’

Then, we arrive at present day…

Turns out dreaming is not where its at. Its research and knowledge at your finger tips!

In this 2021 article in Botany, I learned a lot more about the Ceiba and its significance as a world tree:

Ceiba pentandra (Malvaceae) and associated species: Spiritual Keystone Species of the Neotropics

Having spent time with the Huaorani, Professor Rival of the University of Oxford is the story teller:

Rival, L. 1999. Trees and the symbolism of life in indigenous cosmologies. In Cultural and spiritual values of biodiversity. Edited by D. Posey. UNEP, Nairobi. pp. 358–362.

Hence, in the olden times

the ceiba sheltered all of life

it connected the heavens and the earth

and was mother, father, and sanctuary

outside of its zone of protection

the terrain was all flat, there was no water

the angry sun scorched and burned the earth

and evil eagles preyed on humans and other animals

encircling the tree was fear, death, and doom

it was a difficult time in evolution

There is a diagram, in the Ethnobotany of the Seri Indians book by Richard Stephen Felgar and Mary Beck Moser, of the near shore ecosystem at the Infiernillo Channel, between mainland Mexico and Tiburon Island. Figure 2.3, page 23:

What a fantastic world of mangroves, eelgrass, and mullets in the Sea of Cortez! This is my interpretation of the same diagram as above. I am in love with the estero and intertidal sands – tiny biting flies on the beach included:

Aside from the sun depicted in the sky, the lunar months of November and December are represented by the two stars of jack rabbit and turkey vulture. And that is a pack rat playing a violin at the bow of the balsa reed boat.

This painting was inspired by our entomology class field trip to a desert research station located in the Mojave desert at Zzyzx, about a hundred miles south of Las Vegas. It is dedicated to my teacher and advisor Dr John Hafernik of San Francisco State University. He is depicted as a buckeye butterfly wearing a baseball cap, surrounded by screw bean mesquite. My fellow graduate student is at the lower left, Dr Gene Hannon (aka Gene the dancing machine) who studied damselflies.

The overall image is that of a glass collecting jar we use to gas the insects that we captured. The jar has a plaster and cyanide base that kills/asphyxiates our prey after a bit. Then, we identify and pin them for our studies. You can see a tiger moth, a short horned grasshopper, a backswimmer, a velvet ant and others all laid up, upside down at the bottom of the jar.

There is also the landscape that we traversed. There was Kelso dunes with primroses and stink beetles walking casually across scorching sands. Plus spiny flat horned lizards who specialized in eating ants. There was clustered spreading mounds of pungent creosote bush, and white tissue paper like fragrant datura on the sides of the road. We drove on a highway crossed by thousands of sphinx moths on their ancient migration paths; some larvae were smeared, others made it out alive. We paused at a dried up, white, alkaline soda lake, where tiger moths were at the edge, emerging from holes with buzzing speed. At the research station itself, there were California fan palms with full voluminous skirts of dried up leaves, and sandy washes with blazing stars.

Last but not least in the picture, there is an odd bug looking dude staring back at you. Its got a pair of cactus eyes – comprised of a round hedgehog cactus and an opuntia flat pad of a nopale. The appendages hanging off the eyes are the handles of insect nets, held on the left by a blister beetle that does not fly, and on the right by an ichneumonid wasp with a long egg laying device coming out of its abdomen called an ovipositor. At the tip top of the bug dude’s head, between the two eyes, near the bipinnate leaves of the mesquite, is a tiny third eye common in insects. It is a simple eye called an ocelli; it is useful in sensing light and dark, and in the function of daily rhythms.