Professional Documents
Culture Documents
MAKING A
FRESH START
HOW TO CHANGE
YOUR HABITS
REVIVING REGGAE
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EDITOR
Antonia Case
EDITORIAL ADVISOR
Zan Boag
ART DIRECTORS
Aida Novoa, Carlos Egan
C O V E R I L L U S T R AT I O N
Charis Tsevis
A D M I N I S T R AT I O N
Steffen Westermann, Marnie Anderson
CONTRIBUTORS
Georgia Booth, Niamh Boyce, Rhian
Sasseen, Clarissa Sebag-Montefiore, Alecia
Simmonds, Lucy Treloar
ARTISTS
Dariush Allahyari, Seyyed Abbas Bagheri,
Elisa Baldissera, Monica Barengo, Seyed
Abbas Seyed Ebrahimi, Carlos Egan, Shari
Erickson, Avi Marciano, Aida Nayeban,
Aida Novoa, Jason deCaires Taylor, Charis
Tsevis, Matt Vearncombe
PHOTOGRAPHERS
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EDITOR’S
LETTER
When did life become so complicated?
There was a time in our childhood when life
was simple, and we had the time to do all manner
of things, like chasing a hula hoop down a path or
noting the colours on the horizon.
Adulthood, in comparison, is a series of chas-
ing loose ends in a land of distraction. We’re in
constant motion, zigzagging from one thing to
the next - barely attending to one need before an-
other jumps in our path. Over time, accustomed
to distraction, we actively seek it out, deploying
technology and the media to aid us in our quest to
fill our lives with as many diversions as possible.
We measure our success by the sheer volume of
information we consume, the number of events
we attend, places we see, how many facts and fig-
ures we can roll off our tongue - this is progress,
we say, this is the meaning of life.
But in the early days of psychology, it was
attention - not distraction - that was champi-
oned. Attention “implies withdrawal from some
things in order to deal effectively with others,”
wrote psychologist William James. It is “a condi-
tion which has the real opposite in the confused,
dazed, scatter-brained state which in French is
called distraction”. It is our ability to discard, ig-
nore and block out that enables us to set goals
and pursue them; to bolster memory; and to de-
termine where we’re heading. For unless we de-
cide what we’re chasing in life, others will step in
and set the agenda for us.
Antonia Ca se
Editor, Woma nkind ma ga zine
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ARTIST
CONTENTS
5 Editor’s letter
8 womankindmag.com
9 Contributors
10 Quote: Epictetus
12 News
18 Caribbean
20 Making a fresh start
22 Wax printing fashion
30 Quote: Paulo Coelho
32 Don’t worry, be happy
40 City woes and car culture
44 Changing seascape of our times
54 The Bermuda Triangle
60 3 ideas for change
64 Notepad
66 The psychology of worry
70 Meditation challenge
80 Unconventional wisdom
84 Reviving Reggae
92 Artist: Shari Erickson An artist’s hideaway
98 The story of white gold Shari Erickson
Castaway
Rhian Sasseen
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98 44
SLAVERY TRAVEL
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CONTRIBUTORS
Epictetus
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By Georgia Booth
Pre-social media, I took a film like a child chasing Easter eggs. I did my own research, trawling through
camera on a trip overseas. I looked people I admired on social media to see where they’d been. To fit everything
patiently for moments or scenes to in, each day was heavily planned. I only had two weeks and didn’t want to
capture, not knowing how they’d miss anything.
turn out. No one knew what I was Before I left, my friends encouraged me to post lots of photos: “We want
doing, or where I was. I sat alone to live vicariously!” they said. And so I did - as I ticked off items on the
watching the sunset over Tel Aviv’s lists given to me, I dutifully took a photo, anxiously flicking between filters,
Gordon Beach. I wasn’t trying to trying to find wi-fi to check how many likes I had.
capture its most spectacular mo- Halfway through, buying a dulce de leche from a doughnut store, I real-
ment; I appreciated how the light ised I was on a social media curated holiday rather than the one I wanted.
changed and was reminded of the “We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find our-
beauty behind the cliché. The mo- selves,” says travel writer Pico Iyer. I hadn’t felt the thrill of an accidental
ment was mine to keep. discovery, of spending days exploring aimlessly. I was concerned about hav-
My next trip was New York. It ing an aesthetically impressive trip - going to the right places and taking
was my first visit and I gathered tips the best shots. I lost myself - but this time, in a world of likes and follows.
To live is
to consume
The average American adult spends
over 11 hours a day on electronic
gadgets, a Nielsen report found.
And the more screens we have
available in our lives, the more we
look at them. Economist Thomas
Schelling calls the mind a “consum-
ing organ” - we are built to consume.
While our ancestors spent the bulk
of their day gathering and preparing
food, today supermarket chains and
food outlets meet these basic needs
for us. So, having freed up time, spend most of our time consuming aging for nuts) to consuming ideas
we’ve moved onto consuming oth- concepts and information to meet (foraging for information in blogs),”
er things - a large part of which is psychological needs. “People have write Ariely and Norton in the pa-
conceptual consumption. Today, we switched from consuming food (for- per Conceptual Consumption.
15 News
Shari Erickson
The sorrowful-sounding word ‘ennui’ re- tering fresh self will live the life you’ve al-
fers to the feeling of listlessness and dissatis- ways dreamed about.
faction that arises from a lack of excitement But as author Alain de Botton wrote
in life. Ennui can set in when the wheels of in The Art of Travel, the problem with go-
your life are turning, but you’re no longer ing away is that you take yourself with you.
in the driver’s cabin. Instead, you’re oper- Your habits - or the way you live your life
ating on autopilot or “going through the - will board the plane right alongside you,
motions”, as it’s referred to at times, simply attached like an unwanted travelling com-
moving from one routine to the next. panion all the way to your new home. Be-
Sometimes ennui is so overwhelming fore long, your habits will ensure that your
that you crave a fresh start. You toss up the ‘fresh start’ will feel more and more like a
idea of taking up residence somewhere ex- repeat of your old life.
otic. Why not the Bahamas? Ruminating “All our life,” William James wrote, “so
on ‘fresh starts’ compels you to think about far as it has a definite form, is but a mass of
what your life would be like in another habits - practical, emotional, and intellec-
place - you think about your daily rituals, tual - systematically organised for our weal
what you’d eat, wear, and how you’d spend or woe, and bearing us irresistibly toward
your time. You begin to see your glittering our destiny, whatever the latter may be.”
self in a fresh light. Habits explain why we often feel as
And, of course, in this dreamed-up ‘new though we’re on repeat - locked inside a be-
life’ you’d eat spectacularly well; you’d be havioural maze. We may wish that life could
fit, calm, and centred; you’d read extensive- be different, but feel powerless to change it.
ly, study lots, and probably paint or write. The control centre for habits in the
You’d no longer pick fights with strangers, brain is the basal ganglia, and it’s located
judge people harshly, or complain inces- deep, deep inside. When an activity is re-
santly about the smallest things. Your glit- peated enough times to become a habit, the
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Vlisco
Vlisco
25 Vlisco
Vlisco
Vlisco 26
Vlisco
Vlisco
Vlisco 28
29 Vlisco
Vlisco
Paulo Coelho 30
Paulo Coelho
Monica Barengo
32
DON’T WORRY,
BE HAPPY
by Lucy Treloar
Don’t worry, be happy 34
I’m sitting watching an episode of the British chil- but people seldom draw closer to look beyond and to
dren’s animation series Rastamouse, which follows three wonder at its source and motivations.
undeniably cute Rasta mice who split their time between Founded in the 1930s among the working class black
crime-busting and their reggae band, wondering how neighbourhoods of Jamaica, Rastafari’s first followers were
worship of the Ethiopian Emperor Haile Selassie came to the descendants of colonial era slaves. They believed in
this. It’s a long story. earlier prophecies that an African messiah would emerge
For most people, dancing to the intoxicating rhythms to liberate blacks from oppression. And when Haile
of reggae, or having a Peter Tosh song playing a fixed Selassie was crowned Emperor of Ethiopia, at that time
loop in their head, is their only window to an unfamiliar the only independent African country in the League of
world. The music conjures images of dreadlocked musi- Nations, Jamaican activists Marcus Garvey and Leonard
cians, vibrant colours, and an enviably laid-back lifestyle Percival Howell said the Messiah, soon known as “Jah”
focusing on peace, harmony, and a relaxed work ethic, (from Jehovah), had arrived.
35 Don’t worry, be happy
Selassie’s pre-coronation the notorious 1981 Brixton Riots economic growth, and competition
princely title, Ras Tafari, inspired in South London. at every level of society, Rastafari
the name of the new religion, These and other stories have a believes that evil is corporate, not
whose aims were to protest oppres- larger-than-life quality, as if demand- only personal.
sion (or “downpression”, as Rastas ing to be reported, polished, and For decades Rastas regarded
say) from white society, to encour- refined into the religion’s creation white people and the west (or
age black people to take pride in myths, a process paralleled in the “Babylon”, as they call it) as evil,
themselves and their heritage, to ongoing examination and attempted seeing Africans as God’s chosen
strive to follow the ancient laws codification of its beliefs. (A person people, and superior to white
of Ethiopia, and to be repatriated might wonder whether the early days people, whose enslavement of them
to their true homeland, Africa. of Christianity were not so different: kept them from their God. There
Other tenets are derived from Old people hammering out agreed ver- would come a time, they said, when
Testament laws, among them to sions and interpretations of events black people would rise up and rule.
minimise consumption of animal and understandings.) This hard-line stance has softened
flesh, and to leave hair and skin Around one million people now over the years, and the concept of
(hence Bob Marley’s death from identify as Rastas, including about Babylon, once more or less syn-
melanoma) uncut. They smoke, 10 per cent of Jamaica’s population, onymous with “white culture”, has
not as an escape as is popularly and there are many more sympathis- broadened to include all oppressive
believed, but rather as a means to ers. For Nathaniel Murrell, author and corrupt systems of the world.
deepen spiritual connection. of Chanting Down Babylon, Rastafari Rastas now promote the multi-
The movement spread quickly, is “a system of beliefs and a state of racial appeal of the movement, and
partly as a result of several extraor- consciousness”, one of “the most are also becoming less patriarchal,
dinary and well-reported events. powerful cultural forces among opening up to the influence of
In 1956 hundreds of Jamaicans youths in Jamaica” and a leading “sistren” (Rasta women).
crowded the port of steamy trend well beyond its Afro-Carib- Most of us are familiar with
Kingston in response to a rumour bean roots - found as far afield as Rastafari beliefs without realising it,
promoted by the Ethiopian World Israel and Japan. From the number through reggae music, whose lyrics
Federation that Emperor Haile of studies about it by scholars of in many ways articulate its modern
Selassie had built ships that he religion, politics, sociology, and even manifesto. Bob Marley’s music, for
would use to collect them all and anthropology, it seems he’s not alone instance, is scattered with advice
return them to Ethiopia. His actual in his views. and references to emancipation,
visit in 1966 was witnessed by tens It’s from a philosophical stand- mental slavery, personal freedom,
of thousands, and led to soaring point that Rastafari differs so feeling “all right”, and not worrying.
Jamaican patriotism, nationalism, radically from western understand- But they also hark back to a
and an increasing interest in Rasta- ings of the purpose of life, standing grim past. “Buffalo Soldier”, about
fari. Later, racism directed towards in deliberate opposition to all its the arrival of African slaves in
working-class communities with aspirations, values, and aims. Where America, is a timeless expression of
significant Rasta populations led to western ideology favours progress, quiet sorrow and anger at the slave
Don’t worry, be happy 36
By Shari Erickson,
www.islandstudio.com
City woes and the car culture 40
By Alecia Simmonds
Have you ever fallen in love with a city? plains why it stings so much when it fails us.
Has your pulse quickened with desire as the If you’re a lover of cities, then you’re
kaleidoscope of urban life whooshes past you also probably more critical of their faults.
- the terraces, abandoned factories, flowers How do we incorporate the western city’s
bursting from drainpipes, serpentine streets, mindless worship of cars and consumerism
skyscrapers, and urban blight? Have you de- into our romance with urbanity? How do I
lighted in the anonymity of dark, swarming reconcile the fear that I feel walking down
crowds; or fantasised about the liquid red shadowy streets in the early hours with
dangers of nightly worlds - bars spooked by my love of loitering? What do we make
criminals and bohemia; or thrilled to the of the city’s hostility towards women with
freedom of communities of choice - the children in public spaces? Must a woman’s
city’s gift to its residents of self-invention? relationship to the urban always be one of
As someone who moved from Moon- ambivalent love?
bi - a sleepy Australian country town - to When I set out to research the causes
Sydney, then Paris, then Rome, and then of our cities’ woes, I thought I’d start with
Sydney again, I still experience the tingling 1950s car culture, but historian Elizabeth
joys of the city. In Paris, it was the city’s de- Wilson argues that we need to go further
votion to pleasure that captivated me; in back. If you’re interested in how cities
Rome it was the sepia-tinted palimpsest of have historically excluded women then we
history, and in Sydney it’s the glittery water should begin with the 19th century. It all
and abundant, overripe nature. It’s a feeling goes back to the Victorian doctrine of sepa-
close to falling in love, which probably ex- rate spheres: western cities were redesigned
41 City woes and the car culture
by the urban planning movement around lic places, and it explains why there are so
the idea of the public sphere as an exclu- few basic amenities like change rooms, seats
sively masculine domain. Where women to rest on, or even lifts for prams in the cen-
were to be angels in the house fluttering tral business districts of western cities. Like
softly from room to room, radiating senti- unruly women in the 19th century, it’s as
ment and piety to their family, men were to though today’s urban mothers are really just
inhabit the ordered, rational world of com- women who have stepped beyond their so-
merce and public affairs. cially appropriate sphere. They’re perform-
The thing is, this cultural division be- ing supposedly private, invisible and mostly
tween male/female; commerce/love and unpaid labour in a very public fashion. They
nature/culture had very tangible geographic and their children are occupying the same
effects. Stark boundaries were drawn be- public spaces that traditionally excluded
tween the residential and the commercial them. And there seem to be a lot of people
or the public and the private. Men could in- who don’t like it.
habit both worlds, but a woman in the pub- All over the western world the “mummy
lic sphere was a site of sexual disorder. This wars” are carried out in inner-city cafés and
is why the word for “prostitute” in the nine- communal spaces. In Berlin, there are cafés
teenth century was a “public woman”. Out- with stone bollards out the front bearing
side the authority of family and husband, pictures of prams with a cross through them;
she was a figure of vice - subject to repres- a recent Start4Life poll in Britain found
sive legal and social control. In short, the that six out of ten British mothers choose
city was imagined and built around ideas of to hide their breastfeeding in public because
women’s appropriate (domestic) sphere and they are “embarrassed”; and in Australia
it punished them when they transgressed it. the newspapers are filled almost daily with
Why does this matter today? Because people complaining about mothers who are
the same logic lies behind our society’s hos- “rude and undeserving”, “not contributing
tility towards mothers and children in pub- to the workforce”, or in some instances just
City woes and the car culture 42
magnificent winged woman who Time will reveal the true beauty many of us live our lives through
emerges from the seabed to face of Taylor’s work. Submerged in their these [technological] devices and
the reef currents head on. Resur- new environment, spiny sea urchins, become oblivious to our surround-
rection is part of the monumental hydroids, and brilliantly-coloured ings,” he says. “Being underwater
underwater museum, Museo Sub- sea sponges will strip the sculptures only emphasises this point.” Indeed,
acuatico de Arte, situated just off of their earthly attire and dress them as is often said, technology in west-
the coast of Cancún in Mexico. It in elaborate ocean garb. And the ern society is as ubiquitous as water.
is the largest collection of under- digital cameras, television sets, and “The figures are transformed
water sculpture in the world. Tay- other forms of technology that Tay- over time by their environment, and
lor argues that the entire ocean - lor regularly includes in his work - conversely as this happens so they
and not just his sculptures - should symbolic of how central technology change the shape of their habitat.
be treated as a museum; a sacred is in 21st century life - will magi- This natural process echoes the
place to conserve and protect for cally transform into majestic coral changes exacted through growing
future generations. and marine life habitats. “I feel that up. Social interchange shapes this
process, while conversely as the In Greek mythology, Atlas was a to contribute positively in some
product of a particular society we in deity who held up the sky, common- way - whether it’s planting flowers to
turn invoke change on the workings ly identified with the Atlas Moun- cultivate bees, growing trees to foster
and dynamics of that environment. tains in Morocco. Taylor’s Ocean bird life, fighting councils over de-
The sculpture proposes growth, Atlas is burdened instead by the velopment proposals, we all must do
chance, and natural transforma- weight of the ocean, pressing down something to conserve and protect.
tion,” he says. upon her shoulders and neck. Her As for Taylor, he will continue
Taylor’s largest underwater face swivelled to one side, her palm protecting what he loves. And as
sculpture to date is the colossal cradling the water’s edge, Ocean the world turns its gaze to his monu-
Ocean Atlas (on pages 50 and 51), Atlas - rising five metres from the mental aquatic work, he hopes we
located on the western coastline of seabed - symbolises global warming too will learn to love this mysterious
New Providence, Bahamas. Weigh- and the burden that will inevitably world. “We are incredibly narcis-
ing sixty tonnes, Ocean Atlas is fall on future generations. sistic creatures,” he concludes, but
modelled on a local student from Importantly, Taylor’s awe-inspir- I hope to “use figurative forms as a
the Bahamas. ing creations awaken in us a desire bridge to this other world.”
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by Vincent H. Gaddis in the magazine Argosy. Illus-
trated by a blood tinted skull, Gaddis’ feature on The
Deadly Bermuda Triangle was ominous: “What is there
about this particular slice of the world that has de-
stroyed hundreds of ships and planes without a trace?”
THE BERMUDA
TRIANGLE
by Niamh Boyce
Photo: Robert Harding
The Bermuda Triangle 56
magnetic compass will not point towards true north in tower overheard, they tried to intervene. The only
the Bermuda Triangle; it points towards magnetic north. response was Taylor’s “Hello? Hello?” The pilot couldn’t
This variation needs to be compensated for if a pilot hear them, yet control continued to pick up their com-
is to stay on course. This happens in one other place munications and disagreements.
on earth, an area off the coast of Japan known as “The Against Taylor’s wishes, Powers led them west. This
Devil’s Sea”. should have brought them over land, but three hours
This magnetic anomaly is often cited as the reason later it became obvious that Flight 19 had just flown
for Taylor’s confusion that day. But surely a trained lieu- further into the Atlantic. By following his compass
tenant, familiar with his flight path, would’ve made such west, Powers had brought them north. “When the first
calculations on previous occasions? That his compasses man gets down to ten gallons of gas,” Taylor instructed,
were “erratic”, suggest they were not just off direction, “we will all land in the water together. Does everyone
but rapidly changing. Whatever was happening, Taylor understand that?” Later, his voice was heard again. “Fox
felt disorientated enough to radio Powers, another pilot, Tare Three... Fox Tare Three... Fox Tare Three...” That
requesting he take over and lead the flight north-east, was the last communication from Flight 19. It occurred
back towards the coast of Florida. When the control hours after their fuel supply should’ve been exhausted.
A search plane with a crew of thir- selves have slipped into the realm fact. However, this is where I must
teen headed immediately towards of science fiction. drag myself back down to Earth; for
Flight 19’s last known position. Yet, theoretically, some of these despite the fascinations of specula-
Astoundingly, within twenty minutes speculations might be possible. tion, it’s equally possible that there
of take-off, it too disappeared. Inten- Take time travel as an example. is no mystery to the mystery of the
sive searches found no sign of the Using the propulsion of negative Bermuda Triangle.
planes, no wreckage, no debris, no energy, a space craft held inside a People still regularly fly and sail
bodies. An entire flight had been lost through the area without incident.
without a trace. Captain Don Poole, Insurance companies like Lloyd’s of
an officer in the tower that day, said, London don’t even charge higher
“We don’t know where in the hell rates for vessels that do so. Yes,
those planes finally ended up”. many freighters, airliners, mili-
Since 1945, many other craft tary vessels, and planes have been
have gone missing under mysterious lost in the Bermuda Triangle, but
circumstances. Planes have faded statistically, doesn’t heavy traffic
from the radar scope just as they’re normally lead to a higher number
about to land. Pilots have radioed of accidents? “Those cases weren’t
hours after their fuel tanks should accidents they were disappearances,”
be empty, only never to be heard of a believer might respond. “No
again. Some have reported “weird wreckage, remember?” But the Gulf
objects” in their flight paths. In Stream could easily sweep away
many cases compasses go haywire, evidence. And thunderstorms, hur-
and in too many, there’s absolutely ricanes, and water spouts are natu-
no evidence to examine, not a rally-occurring phenomenon that
shred - as if the planes just vanished can cause accidents and frustrate
into thin air. This has led to specu- specially constructed bubble could salvage operations. There’s also the
lations that some magnetic force travel faster than the speed of possibility of human error. The US
drags these vessels into a vortex, light (sorry Einstein) and journey Coastguard states, “the combined
one with properties similar to black through time. Not a million light forces of nature and unpredictabil-
holes in space, and that the aircraft years away from the Time Warp ma- ity of mankind outdo even the most
and ships are either caught in time, chines in Star Trek, is it? According far-fetched science fiction.” It’s true
or have slipped into another dimen- to leading astrophysicist Professor that a lot of theories explaining
sion. Ivan Sanderson identified the Tamara Davis it is possible, but the Bermuda Triangle leave human
Triangle as one of twelve Devil’s it’s a project still at the specula- error out of the equation. This may
Graveyards - places on earth where tive stage - one NASA is currently be a grave mistake. After all, the
“vile vortices” lurk. From aliens, to working on. To paraphrase Stephen islands of the Bahamas themselves
multiple universes, to time travel... Hawking, today’s science fiction were named the West Indies by one,
It seems the truth seekers them- could well be tomorrow’s science wildly off course, explorer.
61 Ideas for change
The psychology
of worry
THE ART OF WORRYING CAN BE PASSED DOWN
FROM ONE GENERATION TO THE NEXT. by Antonia Case
WOMANKIND ’S
MEDITATION CHALLENGE
Typically, my mind cannot focus so long. If only I had learned this heat, cranky children, cranky teach-
on my breath and remain there. It in school, I think I’d have been a ers… I sit in my chair, close my eyes
bounces from random thought to much calmer adult. I find myself and start to focus on my breathing,
thought. This is okay though; it is looking forward to my daily prac- slowly inhaling with purpose and ex-
the nature of the mind to ‘think’, tice; it has become routine for me, haling what I was taught was stress
and I remind myself that it is not just like brushing my teeth. and tension. That’s when the distrac-
necessary to get caught up in the Meditation reminds me of my tions begin. The cat saw my lap and
web it weaves. I bring my attention finite time on this planet; that all jumped up, the dogs relocated them-
continually to my breath. the insignificant things I worry selves to my feet, licking my toes. I
Day two: Today I find my mind about are not worth my time. It has try, in vain, to keep focusing on my
more settled than usual and that’s revealed to me that anxiety, fear, in and out breaths but only succeed
an encouraging sign. Sitting com- love, joy, anger and grief are all part in getting annoyed because I am not
fortably, I focus on the breath as of the human experience, that one relaxing. I tell myself that this is not
my anchor and allow thoughts to is not more or less important than what meditation is meant to be.
come and go. I offer no resistance to the other. Meditation has taught Day two: Today is hot. Sitting
thought but watch silently as a wit- me to accept all my emotions, even inside this time to avoid loving
ness. All thoughts, whether helpful the challenging ones, because there pets, I go back to the ‘breath’ work.
or unhelpful, come and go; they are is no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ way of feel- This time focusing on counting my
temporary like most things in life. ing. Admittedly, I have also dis- breaths was easier without the con-
When I strongly identify with my covered that the biggest obstacle stant meow or licky puppy. This time
thoughts, I run into trouble; that is to finding my own joy and peace of I find my mind wandering to new
the seed of anxiety, where it takes mind is me. If I can get myself out topics: Have I got enough exams
root and grows. of my own way, I’d be unstoppable. printed? Did I put that photocopy-
Day three: My bird is singing ing in? What are we having for din-
and calling from outside so I find it ner? I try to let these thoughts come
difficult to concentrate today. My and go, like I have been taught to,
meditation session seems rushed but in reality it is really hard! Maybe
and pointless; I feel like I haven’t I can’t meditate on demand? Maybe
really achieved anything. Perhaps, I need to let it happen randomly and
it’s because I’ve got appointments not plan for it? About ten minutes
to attend and work to be complet- later I got up and made a green rose
ed. I persist and sit quietly but my tea and felt better.
mind is crowded by thoughts jos- Day three: I decide to try a differ-
tling for attention. ent approach today: do my normal
Day four: My meditation session afternoon/evening thing and see if
goes well today. I’m able to sit qui-
etly with little distraction and focus
on my breath. As the day unfolds Melissa McArthur
my awareness clouds over; I begin
to notice that it’s the meditative
moments that clear the fog. Even
the simple act of sitting still is a When I read about the medita-
form of meditation; slowing down tion challenge I thought, yep, this
and just ‘being’ helps to revitalise a is exactly what I am going to need
weary body and mind. to get through the chaos that will be
Day five: I cannot believe how this week at school, testing, mark-
I have gone without meditation for ing, monitoring, report card writing,
73 Womankind’s challenge
my thoughts drift, or for getting tired ie on my palm and look at it, hard. It
and not concentrating. I might have is easy to meditate on hunger when
had a microsleep because I didn’t the promise of satisfaction is within
feel like I had been conscious for a grasp. But what about when it isn’t?
whole ten minutes. Every day there is hunger - for
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, that steaming batch of fries, for an-
it’s that meditation and mindfulness other hour of sleep, for a more satis-
don’t come naturally to me. I am fying life. Meditating on my hunger
interested in practising more, as I’m was not easy, but when it happens,
convinced that getting better at it every now and then, I will use it as
would be beneficial. Unfortunately, Day two: At my 9-5, I’m sitting an opportunity to learn what I’m
there doesn’t appear to be quick fix at my desk. My stomach rumbles for truly hungry for.
injection of knowledge and skill, so dinner. I’ve spent another day with
I will just have to keep working at my brain and body idle, my dreams
it… five minutes at a time. unfulfilled. I am starving for a
change but too scared and exhausted
to do anything big about it. I medi-
tate on the small, impossible steps I
need to take.
Day three: Hunger feels like a
hollow ball crammed between my
jaws, connected by dehydrated pas-
sageways to a larger hollow ball in
the pit of my stomach. Everything
churns with longing. There is slurp-
ing and chewing orchestrating
around the dinner table. Hunger is a
Pip Finter
pest, a threat, a physical reminder
that I will always crave something
more, something other people have.
Courteney Cuomo In my mind, meditation has nev-
Day four: Meditating on my
hunger before a Thanksgiving feast er been available to me because of my
with family makes me think of the atheistic outlook. It’s tangled with
Hunger is a primal condition things I need most in life, the things the idea that somehow you have to
that has always mystified me. This I already have. Chatter about the be a spiritual person to practise any
week, I will meditate when I am mysterious location of the spatula kind of proper meditation. I’ve never
hungry. I will close my eyes, sit with makes it difficult to concentrate and been a spiritual person. Once a psy-
my hunger like an old friend, and let easy to burst into laughter. Today the chologist told me to go to an inner
it speak. challenge feels lighter. The people sanctuary, and I couldn’t find one.
Day one: I am crammed between and things I hunger for most are at My mind has about 8-15 trains of
two women on the subway and I am arm’s reach. I think about those who thought at any given moment. I pic-
thinking about sandwiches. There are not so lucky. ture them as actual trains running in
is crinkling as someone unwraps Day five: On a train to visit tracks through my brain, so I suppose
their bagel. Something vulturous friends - there’s something about be- my inner sanctuary at this point is a
twitches inside me. I breathe deeply ing in motion that always makes me station I’ve never come to rest at.
to stifle the groans in my belly, to hungry. The instinct to eat is inten- Day one: I’ve decided that medi-
hush my uneasy morning thoughts. sifying, but luckily my mum’s pump- tation is a morning ritual that I’d like
Maybe this was a bad idea. kin cookies are in tow. I hold a cook- to take up just to get into the mo-
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ment before anything else happens. helps me eat mindfully and enjoy my
However, it’s 5:30 am and my four- lunch - so I’m counting it.
year-old is already awake, so I have Day five: Today is one of my busi-
to get him organised with something est days. I have to get three humans
to do while I meditate. By the time (myself, my daughter, who has an
I’ve organised the four-year-old, the intellectual disability, and my four-
eight-year-old wakes up and wants year-old) up and out the door early.
breakfast. I fix breakfast and clean Instead of seeing meditation as a
the kitchen, make the beds and do a non-viable action, I was able to rise
tidy up. It’s now 8:07. I wanted to go early and give myself the time and
to the farmers’ market this morning, I try anyway and yawn three even added an extra five minutes.
but it doesn’t look like I’m going to times in the first two minutes. I de- I mindfully carried the meditation
get there before it rains. cide to wait until I’m more rested be- through the morning. This may well
I have a small window of time to cause I have a tired headache coming be a case of placebo, but it’s a non-
call my partner, who is working away, on. Usually I would push through the harmful one and I find that I don’t
and I can’t find my phone. Frustra- day, but instead when my son took want to question it.
tion ensues. Finding my phone I call. his nap I followed suit and had a nap
No answer, presumably I’ve missed as well. When I woke up before him
the window. I sit down to a five-min- I was able to do my five minutes of
ute breathing meditation while the meditation unencumbered by him or
kids are busy with each other... my sleep deprivation.
I’m slightly amazed. Just con- Day four: I have a girl’s night out
centrating on my breathing for five tonight and while I’m busily get-
minutes felt like 30 seconds. There ting things organised I forget to eat
were some intrusive thoughts, but lunch. It takes five minutes to heat
mostly I could bring myself back to so I’m able to use the cooking time
just breathing. And as my timer went as my meditation time. I don’t know
off at the five-minute mark, as I softly if this is ‘cheating’ because it is mul-
open my eyes, the four-year-old yells, titasking during a meditation! I’m
“Mummy, where are you?” specifically meditating to try and get
Day two: Had an active morning my usual 15 trains of thought all the
so practised breathing meditation Skye Cleary
way down to one in my brain, so do-
in the afternoon. Much harder at ing a separate task (albeit just stand-
this time of the day to stay focused ing around waiting for the oven to
on breathing and not let the day’s chime) seems counterproductive to Day one: Ten years of power yoga
thoughts intrude. Mornings are defi- the cause, however productive it is to and I’ve never understood medita-
nitely easier, which is ironic because my world. Today is the first day that tion. Yet, I embrace it: legs crossed,
mornings are also harder. I take the time to come out of the hands facing upwards and resting on
Day three: Woke up at 3-4am meditation and not go straight back knees, thumbs and middle fingers
with kids jumping into bed with me. into life quickly. The meditation touching. I take a deep breath and
Even with this early start the morn- splutter with the remnants of last
ing ran late, probably due to sleep week’s flu. Composing myself, I ag-
deprivation slowing me down. By gressively exhale this morning’s job
10:40 I have five minutes to medi- interview. Adamantly I inhale the
tate and I’m afraid that if I close my Maya Angelou tweet that I saw af-
eyes I’ll probably end up asleep. ter the meeting: “This is a wonderful
77 Womankind’s challenge
day. I’ve never seen this one before.” laced behind my head, I am reas-
My face bathes in second-hand sun- sured of my core strength. Yet, I
shine reflecting off the apartment notice how fragile it is. I feel the
windows across the road. That is threat of my legs, poised to ambush
wonderful. my balance. I wonder if I am my
Day two: Grinding my brain and own worst enemy - in this moment
despairing over my latest project, and beyond. I scold myself for al-
I close my eyes and breathe in the lowing my mind to wander.
musty library air. It feels heavy with Day five: I brush my teeth in
words. I imagine I’m inhaling sen- my pink flannel onesie, fight my last
Carina Mancinone
tences. It’s almost sensuous. I envis- battle of the day with my quilt, and
age the Buddha telling me to extin- collapse into corpse pose. Deflated,
guish the fires of my desires to reach I wonder how to judge meditation
nirvana. I attend to distant sounds: success. If it’s a matter of clearing the Day one: I begrudgingly decided
the shuffling of paper and indiscrimi- mind, resisting distractions, restrict- to find a quiet space in which to at-
nate whispers. Blood pulses through ing thought, or oppressing passions, tempt meditation in the afternoon.
my eyelids. They are exhausted from then it’s not for me. I reminisce on I say begrudgingly because, having
the day’s gluttonous consumption of the sound of a helicopter breaking never meditated before, I felt un-
books and yet they cannot find peace. the day, the pungent scent of prose, sure about how to establish a rou-
A chair screeches along the floor. I the delicate warmth of mirrored sun- tine. Perhaps I was afraid I wouldn’t
look at my phone and struggle not to shine, the exquisite echo of little feet be able to stick to the five days. I
be cross with myself because I did not in the morning, and the reminder of downloaded a free meditation app
reach nirvana in five minutes. an inner vitality. I love these micro- on my phone. I was welcomed to the
Day three: I wake to a silent impressions of my quotidian. If this program by quite an amiable voice,
apartment and since I’m already in counts as meditation, then I love it. which guided me through simple
‘Shavasana’ pose, I begin the chal- breathing activities. I found it hard
lenge. I try to think of nothing. I to stay focused. I consoled myself at
laugh. How appropriate it is to think the end of the session by thinking
of nothing in corpse pose! I tell that, just like any activity, practice is
myself that it’s not funny because necessary in order to improve.
that’s probably the point. I hear a Day two: I woke up at 7:30 and
helicopter, a coffee cart clunking its decided to meditate instead of read-
way over the sidewalk, and a pair ing emails or going on social media.
of five-year-old feet thumping their I felt in a much more relaxed state.
way towards the kitchen. I look at I was guided through exercises that
the clock and wonder if only four bring awareness to the body; I was
minutes means I’ve failed. Footsteps told to focus on my breathing, my
coming my way vanquish my sense mouth, my upper back, and my
of inadequacy. thighs. Whether it’s because I only
Day four: Knowing that five just woke up or I was experiencing
minutes of sitting still will not work the benefits of meditation, I was
for me today, I turn things upside aware that I was thinking less about
down. In my headstand, fingers menial things and letting my mind
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veg out, which seemed like the most Day one: I settle in for my guided
appealing thing to do at the time. meditation and am reminded of the
However, I really missed meditating challenges of meditating on public
and noticed my thoughts were very transportation. In addition to the
erratic. I found it harder to fall asleep. usual bus sounds, the woman sitting
On the actual 5th day, the medi- beside me carries on a phone conver-
tation was a welcomed activity. The sation for the entire trip into town. I
session was about how we tend to slip can focus my attention on the hum
into auto pilot mode. It is a common of the engine and tune her out, but
thing for our minds to wander and to the man sitting directly in front of
not keep our attention on daily tasks me is apparently experiencing gas-
be still. I found the experience to be immediately at hand. I quite enjoyed trointestinal distress. This is difficult
a nice way to welcome the day and this session and would like to con- to ignore. Maybe it’s time to choose
felt a sense of invigoration. tinue to train my mind on staying another time and place to meditate.
Day three: After feeling particu- present in the moment, as I feel like I Day two: I decide to meditate at
larly exhausted on this day, I did a am always thinking about things that the end of the day today, but forget
quick three-minute meditation fo- have to be done in the future. As a that I’ve made this decision until I’ve
cused on breathing: in on one count motivated individual, I don’t think already climbed into bed and turned
and out on two. With each day of this is a flaw as such, but I’m learning the light off. While I know that it’s
meditation, I am amazed by how that it’s important to take time to de- not recommended to meditate ly-
such simple techniques and practices velop mindfulness and to just relax. ing down, I proceed with some deep
can make a world of difference. I’m breathing and visualisations… and
noticing that after each session I feel very shortly doze off.
inspired to launch into a creative Day three: I’m on vacation for
project that has been on my to-do the next three days. Since I usually
list for far too long. meditate on my way to work, being
Day four: I woke up after a on vacation always throws off my
sleepless night and didn’t feel at all meditation routine. I’ve again wait-
enthusiastic about going to work. ed until night-time and have made
A five-minute guided meditation use of my meditation cushion. Af-
session, which again focused on ter convincing one of my cats that I
breathing, set me on the right path don’t need supervision, I settle into
for a productive and not-as-bad-as- the kneeling position I generally pre-
I-thought-it-would-be day. I am re- fer and begin my meditation… slow-
alising why meditation and wellness ly becoming aware of the gradual loss
have become such popular activities. of sensation in my lower legs.
Heidi Crockett
The ability to block out almost all Day four: I try night-time medi-
thought is a welcome reprieve from tation again, but find a much more
all of the worries that I tend to dwell comfortable seated position this
on more than I should. I’ve meditated off and on since time and have a lovely, deep, fo-
Day five: I’m going to fess up and I completed a ten-day Vipassana cused session. I sleep well, but am
admit that I missed a day of medita- meditation retreat eight years ago. not sure the effects have lasted
tion after a tiring day at work. As As part of a New Year’s resolution, through to the morning. I feel like
a student, I work casual hours at a I downloaded a meditation app meditating at the end of the day
bakery, which requires a lot of stand- and started meditating during my lays waste to the benefits I enjoy
ing for long periods of time. I only 30-minute bus ride to work each day. most: the lovely calm, clarity, and
notice how exhausted I feel when I When I read about the reader chal- focus that morning meditation es-
get home, and it’s easy to just want to lenge, I thought “I got this!” tablishes as a baseline for my day.
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UNCONVENTIONAL WISDOM
REVIVING
REGGAE
by Rhian Sasseen
Elisa Baldissera, Italy
Reviving reggae 86
What do you think of when you organisations such as Touch the dub, roots, and Afro-pop with live
think of reggae? For many of us out- Road, who describe themselves as a art demonstrations, dancing, and
side of Jamaica, the sounds of roots destination management company, food. “I’m not sure if anyone within
reggae conjure up a hazy image of conduct tours of Kingston’s cultural the reggae revival actually sat down
the past, of Bob Marley and Burn- events and music venues for curious and said, ‘Hey, you know, let’s name
ing Spear and that span of time in travellers. this a reggae revival.’”
the 1970s when all eyes were on the But like most artistic move- Ashley Hyde, the creative
island and all ears were fixated on ments, the reggae revival cannot director for both Gabre Selas-
its sounds. In the thirty years since be captured in a single headline. sie, the founder of the Kingston
Marley’s death, both Jamaican and At the heart of the resurgence is a Dub Club, and the band Raging
international tastes have shifted commitment amongst its members Fyah, agrees. “This is not the first
and changed, and new genres have to a shared political and spiritual nor the last ‘reggae revival’,” she
ballooned and deflated across the vision, one that harks back to the argues, “but it is a continuation of
charts. For the last twenty years, the Rastafari of the original reggae the consciousness that has always
electric rhythms of dancehall have renaissance in the 1970s. And, existed on the island.”
been synonymous with the Jamai- like the original reggae movement, Hyde, an American, first came
can music scene. today’s revival is coming to terms to Jamaica on a Fulbright fel-
But live music is once again with how it sees itself versus its lowship in 2010, then returned
returning to Kingston, and spear- global impact and scale. in 2012 after dropping out of
heading this shift are the young The term “reggae revival graduate school, motivated by the
musicians, artists, and writers who movement”, in fact, makes Iset people and places she experienced
have been dubbed the “reggae re- Sankofa laugh. “It’s a media label,” when first living on the island.
vival movement” by various media she says, “because, fortunately or “When I arrived in Jamaica in
outlets, and occasionally by them- unfortunately, the media by and early 2010 for the first time,” she
selves. They are a multidisciplinary large feels like it has to have a label, remembers, “I had no idea what
bunch: yoga features prominently that it has to have a slant to run to expect, and honestly at first I
in the singer Jah9’s music videos, with.” Sankofa, a former broadcast was a little disappointed. Having
while visual artists like Matthew journalist now turned DJ, is the always dreamed of Jamaica being
McCarthy have painted on stage as force behind the Sankofa Sessions, full of vibrant deep roots music
the band Protoje perform alongside a weekly music and arts showcase booming from every speaker, I
them. The singer Chronixx has held every Tuesday at the Kingston actually arrived at a time when
performed on a popular late night venue Nanook. It’s an event that dancehall” - that is, the fast,
television show in the US, while combines an eclectic array of jazz, electronic dance music of the
Reviving reggae 88
system isn’t designed for women - we don’t live in that Sankofa says that people have to realise that with
kind of world here,” she laments. the Kingston-led reggae revival, “it is also an African
“It’s not just the music industry,” she goes on to say, retention. It is us examining our pride and our place.
“it’s more to the hemisphere or the social systems that It is us looking at where we’ve been, where we are, and
we’re in. They are inflexible, they are not holistic. A where we’re going to go. That is what I take from this
woman has to very carefully navigate her way through, whole movement. So whether or not someone wants to
so that she doesn’t lose herself.” give it a label, that is a sentiment that holds through.”
Still, a sense of optimism remains. “Unlike the time She doesn’t think that any other movement “has had
of Bob & friends,” writes Hyde, when “whoever had this kind of impact save and except for, I think, the
financial backing made it around the world, it’s very Harlem Renaissance”.
different now. This reggae revival was made possible by Sankofa smiles. Her enthusiasm is infectious. “King-
social media and the internet. It’s not like everyone flew ston has become this magical place,” she says. “Kingston
to Jamaica, hung out in Kingston, found this music and has become like a time capsule right now.” And, like a
returned home with physical CDs or vinyl (some did), time capsule, the young artists of the reggae revival both
but most found it online first. Which makes it very easy look to and appreciate their past, even as they forge
for all ages, nations, and people to embrace the music.” ahead towards the promise of their future.
Shari Erickson
by Antonia Case
Below: Shari Erickson
What inspired you to focus on Doug and I escaped city life landers live in the moment instead
the Caribbean for your art? twenty-five years ago and moved to of chasing things on a list. If my im-
In art college I was a figura- Cashiers, a small mountain commu- ages express a positive outlook, I’ll
tive artist just venturing into col- nity in western North Carolina. Life take that as a thank you, but I give
our with enthusiasm. I remember here is not unlike island life with all credit to the people and places.
a couple of instructors suggested I all its natural beauty and slow pace.
explore a greyer palette. Obvious- Many neighbours are musicians, What can westerners learn
ly, that didn’t take. Then in the painters, writers, and sculptors. Our from Caribbean culture?
‘80s, my artist husband, Douglas cabin is perched on a granite cliff Some insight might be found in
Gifford, was painting colonial overlooking the Nantahala Nation- some of the signage I’ve seen in the
architecture, which led him to al Forest (the ancestral home of the Caribbean…
Haiti - and me to a world without Cherokee Indian Nation). A stone
greys. The lush landscapes, can- path through a tiered rose garden “Smile, it won’t break yuh face”
dy-coloured villages, and gener- leads to my painting studio where “De worst of livin’ is better than
ous people were enchanting. We no phones or internet disturb. the best of dead”
started backpacking throughout Whenever I’m at work, my cat, “Shut mouth, no catch fly”
the Leewards and Windwards for Otis, guards the door and has been “Every day a fishin day not every
more subject matter and inspira- known to chase the black bears day a catching day”.
tion. The Virgins, Saba, Bequia, away. They have fun. Painting one
Iles des Saintes, and Tobago were paradise from the privacy of another What is your creative process?
some favourites. paradise is embarrassingly lucky. I have to leave my safety zone
Recently, the Out Islands both while travelling and then when
of the Bahamas have revealed Your perspective of the Carib- facing a blank canvas in the studio.
their colourful history to us. It’s bean is so positive, blissful, almost I start with sketches, photos, a note
becoming an annual quest to find mirroring the kind of life we on a napkin, and anything that
the rapidly-disappearing, authen- secretly dream that we could lead. helps me envision the project. Once
tic corners of the Caribbean. In your experience, is living in the I actually start painting, it quickly
Caribbean the idyllic life? becomes intuitive and time both flies
You live and paint in the Appa- It’s pretty damn idyllic. But and stands still being in ‘the zone’.
lachian Mountains, at some 4,000 besides the warm breezes and When the piece is finished (which
feet in altitude. What is it like to turquoise waters, I think it’s local is always in question), it’s time for a
work from this perspective? attitudes that flavour the days. Is- cocktail in the garden.
You can see more of Erickson’s beautiful
tropical work on pages 37-39.
By Shari Erickson,
www.islandstudio.com
By Shari Erickson
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THE STORY OF
WHITE GOLD
by Clarissa Sebag-Montefiore
The story of white gold 100
and parts of the 19th centuries,” to set up sugar plantations in South More than twelve million
says Andrea Stuart, author of Sugar America and the Caribbean. Africans were shipped across the
in the Blood: A Family’s Story of Plantations needed workers infamously horrific Middle Passage
Slavery and Empire. “It was the most and production was notoriously (twenty per cent chained up in the
important commodity [traded] and labour-intensive. Initially, islands holds died before they arrived) be-
it enriched people involved an such as Barbados were serviced by tween 1450 and 1850. Many ended
enormous amount.” indentured Scottish, English or Irish up on sugar plantations, where their
But if a handful of people servants and prisoners. Exposed to lives were short and brutal: most sur-
became wealthy, many millions diseases and suffering from the back- vived an average of only seven years.
more suffered. It was Columbus who crippling workload, they perished For planters they were disposable; it
first brought sugar cane, native to at a rate of fifty per cent. As the was most cost effective to work them
southeast Asia, to the Dominican indentured workers dried up, refus- until they dropped and then simply
Republic, where it flourished in the ing to travel across the world to their replace them with yet more slaves.
warm, wet, and fertile climate. From deaths or becoming too expensive Life in the sugar mills was
there Spanish settlers, and later the to hire, planters came up with a new comparable to “Dante’s inferno”,
French, Dutch and English, began idea: African slaves. according to Stuart. “Near-naked
slaves laboured in the glow of the flames and the roaring Landing in the unknown he would have found
noise and the ferocious heat of the boiler room.” Axes a tropical wilderness (camels were transported from
were kept on hand should the need arise to hew off limbs Africa to manage the terrain) - an unruly ecosystem
caught up in machinery. (With slave populations often that has since been tamed and flattened by centuries
far outnumbering the white population, rebellion and of plantations.
uprisings were also a constant source of fear.) The Ashbys flourished over the generations.
The Barbadian-British author is both “exploiter and Slaves would cook up hearty breakfasts including
exploited”: a descendent of an African slave and a white claret, hot and cold meats, and sweet jellies or lavish
slave owner. “Sugar and blood, that’s my story,” Stuart dinners. Robert Cooper Ashby, who took over the
explains to me. Although now based in London, as a lit- plantation in 1795, not only kept slaves as concubines,
tle girl she spent her childhood visiting her grandmoth- who bore him multiple children, but a ‘body slave’ who
er, playing in the family’s Barbadian sugar plantation. would hold his chamber pot at night. Meanwhile, his
The English blacksmith George Ashby, Stuart’s an- workers toiled, waking before sunrise to face punishing
cestor, was among the first flush of arrivals in Barbados, 18-hour long days.
touching down just after the island had been claimed When the slave trade was finally abolished
by the British in the 1620s. Ashby used the equivalent throughout the British Empire in 1833, it was the slave
of three years’ wages to pay his way, knowing he would owners who were compensated financially, not the
probably never return. slaves. Today sugar beet only provides around 25 per
cent of the world’s sugar produc- sculptures created by royal chefs in slaves whose lives the quest for
tion, high-fructose corn syrup Europe to flaunt their wealth. sugar destroyed.
having become a pervasive (if con- Although raw sugar is brown, In Britain, by contrast, a nation
troversial) replacement, and the the sculpture is luminous white. whose might and power was built
sugar cane industry, in developed As Hilton Als probes in The New on sugar, there remains a conspicu-
countries at least, functions largely Yorker, the sphinx shows up our ous lack of soul-searching. Stuart
on machinery rather than the toil assumptions: “She has ‘black’ calls this a “consistent and aggres-
of men. features but is white? Has she been sive determination” to forget the
Last year African-American bleached... or is she a spectre of atrocities of the slave trade. With
artist Kara Walker addressed history, the female embodiment few records kept of slaves’ indi-
slavery and the sugar trade in her of all the human labour that went vidual lives, laboured and lost, they
piece A Subtlety or the Marvelous into making hers?” have all too easily been written out
Sugar Baby. The vast, evocative, The sugar sphinx crouches of history.
sphinx-like sculpture measures 22 regally “beaten down but stand- As for Stuart’s own family
metres long and 10 metres high ing. That’s part of her history, plantation “the story is finally end-
- and is made from eight tonnes too,” adds Als. ing,” she says. The Ashbys’ home
of confectionary sugar. It takes its Made in America, she of Plumgrove in Barbados now
title from the tradition of ‘subtle- stands proud and defiant, even stands derelict and will soon be
ties’, the name once given to sugar as she is a reminder of the made into apartments.
Blaise Pascal 104
Blaise Pascal
Monica Barengo
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CASTAWAY
by Rhian Sasseen
Castaway 108
becomes the early justification of co- pure fiction. The American real- my odds of surviving a shipwreck
lonialism. To read Robinson Crusoe ity show Survivor, which premiered and how to improve them.”
in 2015, with the knowledge of all in the spring of 2000, the dawn In real life, the odds are not
the terrible things that have already of a new millennium, brought the very good. Even those who sur-
occurred and that will follow, is a castaway story to ‘real life’. The vive the shipwreck itself have to
light bulb moment. premise, borrowed from a Swedish deal with surviving the island. In
The castaway fiction of the reality show called Expedition Rob- 1541, a young French noblewoman
19th century was full of these kinds inson (in this one, the inspiration named Marguerite de La Rocque
of moments. The best parts of The is even more explicit), was simple: was left for dead on the so-called
Swiss Family Robinson, all of their strangers are marooned on an island Isle of Demons in Newfoundland,
marvellous ingenuities - shells for and compete against each other as following the discovery of her love
spoons! An elaborate tree house tribes, foraging for food and water affair with a sailor. In her account
as their home! Porcupine soup! while voting against each other in of Marguerite’s survival, the Queen
- seem rather silly in retrospect, so-called “tribal councils”. This is of Navarre, also named Marguerite,
when one realises that the main a hilariously 21st century way of writes that all who were abandoned
theme of Johann David Wyss’ story approaching the castaway romance: on the island in punishment -
is a kind of self-reliance last seen anything can happen, as long as Marguerite’s lover, Marguerite’s
in the Protestant Reformation. anything means an entertaining baby, Marguerite’s maid - died, save
The tree house was better in the viewing experience. The castaway’s for Marguerite herself. To survive,
movie, anyway, as were the added actions and decisions are no longer she hunted wild beasts; years later,
pirates - Disney, which adapted the private, between the castaway and Basque fishermen discovered her
story into a Technicolour family the island, but televised. and she was returned to France.
drama in 1960, has always had a “Islands make people competi- Back in her home country, writes
flair for the dramatic. tive,” the novelist Heidi Julavits the Queen of Navarre, she became
There’s something strangely observes in her diary, The Folded a schoolteacher and settled down
sexual to this adaptation, too - all Clock. They make it so that “the in southwestern France. The rest of
those torn garments and that lush subconscious fear of shipwreck and her life remains unknown.
island topography. It knows its survival permeates even the most Did the Isle of Demons even ex-
audience: a middle class that’s no casual outing. Who will lead the ist? By the 17th century, it begins to
longer so smug about being in the masses when the weather turns and disappear from maps. Did Margue-
middle. A middle class that’s be- the food runs out? Who will be rite exist, too? A few records of her
ginning to want something a little sacrificed to feed the starving useful life and voyage survive, but they’re
more extravagant. people, the ones who can fish and vague. Whatever their validity, the
Eventually, the fantasy becomes make fires and sing morale-building story goes that Marguerite survived,
too much for even the boundaries of sea shanties? I often contemplate but barely. There are no shell
Castaway 110
By Shari Erickson,
www.islandstudio.com
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spoons in this story - only the rag- She sewed and the men ex- hunting game to eke out a living.
ged, desperate, human need to live. plored. Spring came and passed, No fabulous tall tales concerning
‘How to Cook a Wolf’, indeed. as did summer, autumn - and then Blackjack’s survival were made, no
Then there’s Ada Blackjack, the winter arrived. Supplies dwin- Technicolour Disney movies. Hers
heroine of an even more extraordi- dled. People grew ill. Three of the is a tale of real survival: there is lit-
nary tale. This one is most certainly expedition members set off to find tle song and dance, only snow. The
true. Blackjack, an Iñupiat Inuit help, leaving Blackjack to care for white of snow, the white of polar
woman born in Alaska in 1898, was E. Lorne Knight, an American crew bears, the whites of Blackjack’s eyes
hired as a seamstress for a Canadian member who was too sick to move. as they widened, frightened, once
mission meant to colonise the Rus- Blackjack never saw them again. she realised she was alone.
sian Wrangel Island, located 140 Knight died. Now, Blackjack The Icelandic author Sigurjón
km off the coast of Siberia. She was was alone - just her amongst the Sigurðsson (Sjón) wrote in The
23. Two of her children had died, snow and wild. White on white, her Guardian what it’s like to live on an
and another needed costly medi- days spent amongst ghosts. Once, island. “Being born and bred on a
cal attention. Blackjack joined the a polar bear almost killed her: “I small island,” he says, “is being born
mission in order to earn the money realised it was a polar bear and I was and bred within most people’s liter-
needed to care for her son. four hundred yards from my tent. ary metaphor… in the end, all of
They set out. It was 1921, and I turned and ran just as hard as I us islanders are nothing more than
the island remained mostly un- could until I got to my tent. I was the bastard half-siblings of Cali-
known. Ice fields surrounded it; fog just about ready to faint when I got ban.” The island is a metaphor. The
and snow covered the land, like the there, too.” island is a placeholder. The island
White Witch’s curse on Narnia. But But Blackjack survived. Hers is a paradise, but to survive we must
this was no fairy tale. “When we got was a case of tenacity. She hunted turn cruel, we must become some
to Wrangel Island,” Blackjack later seals and avoided polar bears and half-mad almost-monster willing to
recounted, “the land looked very somehow was rescued in August hunt and kill and wait. The island is
large to me, but they said it was only of 1923, when a boat arrived and a symbol; the island is a destination,
a small island. I thought at first that saved her. She survived, but later real and unreal, that we will all visit
I would turn back, but I decided it died poor, scraping together enough at some point in our lives.
wouldn’t be fair to the boys. Soon money to move to Nome, Alaska, The question is, do you have
after we arrive I started to sew.” with her sons, herding reindeer and what it takes to survive?
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Annette Liu
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PHOTOGRAPHERS’ AWARD V: ‘FAMILY’
We are pleased to present the winning photographer ther, a diplomat, and her mother. “The photo is a reen-
and the finalists in the Womankind Photographers’ Award actment of the first few days after our shipping container
V: Family. arrived four years ago when we moved to Canberra. It
The winner of Award V is photographer Maria Stone, depicts a familiar scene of unpacking, something we have
for her adorable portrayal of family life entitled Special had to do upon each of my father’s postings, and my fam-
Bond Between Generations. Maria says, “This is my spe- ily’s ever-growing collection of books.”
cial son with his devoted grandfather (my Dad) sharing a Finalists in the Award include Maria Colaidis’ bril-
morning cuppa in their matching pjs! They share such a liant photograph of new family life; H.L. Anderson’s
special bond. I will always cherish these moments, just as lovely portrait of fatherhood Walking Down Pershing Road
they both do. Family is my everything and I am so blessed with Dad.
to have these two in my life.” Responsible by Louisa Clayton and Devi Lockwood’s
In second place is Annette Liu’s engaging depiction Isimeli’s Kindergarten Graduation, taken in Fiji, are equally
of family life. Liu regularly moves countries with her fa- captivating.
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H.L. Anderson
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Louisa Clayton
Devi Lockwood
Photographers’ Award
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For 27 years Hay Festival has
UNTIL 28 FEB 2016
brought together writers from
around the world to debate
The invention of the daguerreo- and share stories at its festival
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These jewel-like, reflective objects Welsh Borders. Hay celebrates
were capable of capturing likeness- great writing from poets and
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Archives Canada, offers exam- way of thinking. The exchange cal and educational. Hay is, in Bill
ples of “Daguerreotypomania”, of views and meeting of minds Clinton’s phrase, “The Woodstock
a worldwide phenomenon that that these festivals create of the mind”.
lasted through the 1850s. Intimate,
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photographic glimpses of Canada. SYDNEY OPERA H OUSE All About Women celebrates its fourth
year in 2016 as part of the Sydney Op-
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All About Women
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ITHACA
As you set out for Ithaca
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
By C.P. Cavafy
angry Poseidon - don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon - you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithacas mean.