On the Move: Reawakening the Common Language of the Mediterranean’s Mobile Pastoralists

mobile pastoralist

Text by Liza Zogib, Divya Venkatesh, & Sandra Spissinger Photographs by Stamos Abatis (Greece), Gema Arugaetta (Spain), Wassim Ghozlani (Tunisia), Bariş Koca (Turkey), Asaad Saleh (Lebanon), Younes Tazi (Morocco) . Mobile and nomadic pastoralists the world over share a common language—the language of the landscape, of the changing seasons, of the plants, of their animals.

It Takes Millennia to Make Ciccimmaretati: Cilento, Italy, as a Master of Biocultural Wisdom


by Dario Ciccarelli Since January 1, 1995, when the World Trade Organization came into existence, the winds of globalization have picked up the world over, blowing local roofs off. As in the biblical story of the merchants selling in the temple, companies don’t self-regulate—they don’t see any limits to business. As a consequence, a vast

Pintando La Raya: Indigenous Resistance and Biocultural Conservation through Participatory Video

biocultural diversity

by Thor Edmundo Morales At the onset of this decade, members of three ethnic groups gathered in the state of Sonora, northwestern Mexico. Seri (Comcaac), Rarámuri, and Yaqui participants went to the Yaqui village of Vicam to get their first exposure to participatory video (PV), with training provided by the UK-based organization InsightShare. Three facilitators,

Rough Waves and Remembered Names in Haida Gwaii

traditional ecological knowledge

by Graham Richard On August 11, 2015 a Haida-language team set forth from G̱aaw on a three-day journey to survey the north and west coasts of Haida Gwaii (the archipelago off the north coast of British Columbia, Canada that is the Haida people’s homeland). Guided by elders’ teachings, the Haida language, historical records, and century-old maps,

A Blossoming Time at ÁLEṈENEȻ (Homeland): Reclaiming W̱SÁNEĆ (Saanich) Place Names on the West Coast of Canada

biocultural diversity

by Alice Meyers in conversation with Earl Claxton Jr. (Thuh-thay-tun Kapilano) This is the story of my friendship with Earl Claxton Jr., a SȾÁ,UTW̱ (Tsawout) Elder and respected botanical knowledge holder from the W̱SÁNEĆ (Saanich) Coast Salish First Nation on the territory known as Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada. Anglicized from his SENĆOŦEN language, his

Cristina Calderón: Memories of My Yagan Grandmother

by Cristina Zárraga “I was born in Róbalo, on the 24th of May. And they say, so tells me my aunt, that when I was born during the night, there was a storm from the south. And I was born in an akali. My dad built an akali, and my aunt attended my mom so

De Prima: Stories of the Old Days in Umbria, the Green Heart of Italy


by Anna Maffi . . Olives, grapes, barley, alfalfa, and a few fruit trees are the main crops grown in the valley of San Giacomo, a tiny rural hamlet of perhaps fifty souls in Umbria, the green heart of Italy. Its dwellers consider the valley “golden” for its fertility. South-facing exposure, sandy loams, and relative

Freeway Coyote

Salal in Drought

by Lee Beavington I watch coyote cross the freeway trickster weaves amid wheeled gods her belly droops with gaunt lactation survivor of west coast wild abides two-legged rules of concrete     haste ceaseless in her search The bald eagle roosts in the Hydro tower her nest threaded by power line feathers that once soared rot

Wild Speech: Listening Through the Portal of Imagination

biocultural diversity

by Geneen Marie Haugen . The second cougar-kill I’ve encountered in three days smells fresh: a sweetish, iron-tinged musk. The ribcage is red-stained and bare of meat; the neck has a tremendous bite mark. The deer is only partially covered with leaf litter and brush. I had not been expecting a carcass when I set off

Mother Tongues: Two Writers Explore the Words and Cultures That Shape Their Connection to Place

Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly

by Dawn Wink and Susan J. Tweit Of all the arts and sciences made by man, none equals a language, for only a language in its living entirety can describe a unique and irreplaceable world. I saw this once, in the forest in southern Mexico, when a butterfly settled beside me. The color of it

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