Maki gamma

If you are the tribal sort, or a potter, you would have enjoyed the event that I found myself invited to and participating in last Friday night. A local professor in the ceramics program at Folsom College has a large "maki gamma" on his property. That is Nipponese for "wood kiln," this variety being based on a sixth century model also known as a "dragon kiln." Such a kiln is loaded and fired with great ceremony and celebration.

The kiln, about 40' stem to stern, is decorated with offering ranging from flowers and fruit to sake and cakes. Candles and incense are everywhere. Excepting a thin moon, the stars, and a rare shooting star, that is the only light in the pitch black countryside. The other, but small, exception is a campfire nearby where tidbits from a table laden with potluck offerings are washed down with lemonade or ale. It was quite a spectacular sight . There were circumambulations, prayers, invocations, offerings, libations, and many thanksgivings. Then one of the students who had been active on the project was surprised with the honor of actually starting the fire.

The kiln will get increasingly hot over 24 hours with folk tending it over night and through the day. At peak, it will reach 2300F, no little accomplishment using only wood. At its height the kiln will spout an eight foot flame from the flue, signifying its having reached the height of its ability. The over 100 pieces stacked in the belly of the beast in ranks reflecting the seniority of the potter's work included, will be soaked in fire and wood ash, giving them the characteristic chocolaty rust color of such a firing, with white accents form the lime in the rice straws on those so decorated before immersion in the heat.

After the lighting the forty or so people, who came to partake of the initial ceremony or to aid with the vigil of stoking the dragon over night, stayed for food and drink that was there in generous supply. There were home made soups, enchiladas, pot stickers, munchies and chips of every description, and a rainbow of drinks. All this was had around a four foot fire ring that contained a blaze made from 8" aged pine logs cut in 1' segments. Soon it felt like the campfire was competing with the kiln, and all the folk around it from all their walks of life were making a happy noise of talk and laughter, doing what people are meant to do: be together in the love of life, enjoying their cooperative productivity. With all the harvest offerings on the kiln, and this being the Thanksgiving season here, it somehow felt like home, if one feels that the presence of heart makes it so.

Reading back, there was an element of the kiln lighting ceremony I neglected to mention. I had said about the circumambulations. I had also said about the profusion of candles and incense. What I didn't do was adequately describe the trappings and surroundings of the kiln, a factor which led to one of the thrills of the evening, as you shall see.

Imagine, if you will, a structure framed of 6"x6" timbers holding up a corrugated tin roof, the far end of which was pierced by the diameter of the kiln flue. The mouth of the kiln faced a bank of straw bales which served as seating for many of the participants. On either side, about four and eight feet left and right, was stacked cord wood of several descriptions intended for different stages of the firing, such as warming, ash production, and final heating. Over everything between these walls of cord wood, including over the kiln itself, was
a layer of rice straw of various thicknesses. At about three feet, set all around the kiln, was a 3" hawser elaborately woven of rice straw, the purpose of which was to define the sacred space of the kiln within which the Fire Goddess would do her work. On the kiln itself there was an additional burden of festive autumn leaves and pine boughs. These were over the layer of base straw. This was the setting into which were placed some 80-odd candles and perhaps an equal number of incense sticks, all aflame.

It was a scene to make a fire marshal have a serious threat of cardiac arrest, especially had such an official seen the tentative and indecisive placement of some of those fiery objects in their bed of tinder. A further agitation might have been the casual use of smudge bundles and punks that were part of the assemblage of incense offerings. None of this compared, however, to the final insult to any consideration of safety. I speak of the companion of the minister who, wearing a styled western hat, black overcoat, boots and beads, was doing the walk arounds, chanting and waving feathers and a rope of smoking sweet grass.

The companion to this picture of shamanic priesthood was a mutt of large size and, most notably, of wagging tail and inquizitive muzzle. This creature, judging from its coat, must have had as parents a dalmatian and a large Labrador. Certainly, whoever they were, each contributed a very active happiness-and-tail-wagging gene to the animal in our company. I nearly jumped and grabbed the dog a number of times, as his tail whisked within inches of a candle or votive. I felt great relief when it settled down and ceased threatening to cause a conflagration that might be seen for miles, had it happened. But that was short lived, as the beast again took to patrolling too near the many flames, any of which could have brought the whole structure to an untimely end. Indeed, as the dog made some turns in the narrow spaces, I thought of Mrs. O'Leary's cow and the great Chicago fire. We were, you know, surrounded by feilds of dry grass and a pine/oak forest.

Nothing happened as a result of the dog in the space of time between the lighting and the final self-immolation of the candles. All the straw on the kiln, and the offerings, were at a certain point removed. The growing heat of the kiln itself demanded that. But the whole scene with its inherent dangers left an impression on me. I remembered all the dangers and stupidities I had miraculously survived, especially in my younger years. No doubt, had we enough time for their stories, each one there could have told tales of escapes from near certain death. Somehow, with all the adrenaline generated by the thrill of the event, augmented by the random threats of a dog's tail, I was left with a greater trust in the wonder of life, and a feeling of an inherent good intent.

Was it chance that saved the scene from a wagger knocking over a candle? Or did the fashioning of the protective dragon at the prow of the kiln, all the elaborate thanksgivings and prayers for success, did these form a shield of safety and well being around and through the event? Was there a Fire Goddess, or was this simply the working of our own Nature intent on an end? In any case, I felt part of something special, an event of gathering, doing and finding. And as is the usual case, more than anything else, I found more of the adventure of my own self's journey.

photos of recent work

Response to a lady about interrracial dating

I thought I would respond to your correction, not having seen your original post. It sounds like you were sincere. I'm a "white boy" and took no offense from your use of that phrase. I think that was, though, because of how I grew up: as the child of immigrants in Berkeley, CA, where we lived on Ashby street where the BART station now is. My best friend was Jimmy, the son of a black family we were very close to. I was often there, and even, to my recollection, went with his folks on shopping trips. They had a car, we didn't. I guess that looked odd to some folks, the sight of a dark black family with a lily white blond boy in tow. I was close to them to the point that I was at their house on Christmas day for several years. I had not only seen a picture of Jimmy sitting on Santa's lap, but sat on Santa's lap myself a few times. My Mother didn't know what to do with me the first time I saw a white Santa. I freaked, wondering what had happened to dear Santa!

Anyway, that is just to say that I grew up close to black people in a number of settings. There are some stories around that, for sure. I lived and worked with "people of color" all my life and always found it awkward to make any distinction based on color. There were so many beautiful colors in my experience. For many years my closest friend was a wonderful Jamaican man. My white wife and I were often some of the very few whites at some major parties in our neighborhood, both at our house and at others. My distinctions were always behavioral distinctions. If a person was courteous, kind, considerate, and aware, they were OK in my book. This allowed for differences in education, and even of temperament. I was always interested in some one's story. I was without exception disappointed when someone attributed a fault in behavior to "race." I found people of any color did this: misattribute behavior to race. It was, to me, similar to religion. I saw that religious people were not necessarily good or bad by way of their particular religion, they were that way by way of conviction, something that to me was deeper than religion, but could find its expression through religious beliefs.

All I'm saying here is that we have some basic wiring going on that we misunderstand. We are, to make an analogy, very much like similar computers that have the same DOS but are loaded with different programs. We make a HUGE deal out of the differences in programs, ignoring that they are content, not substance. And we ignore, as well, that our basic operating system is identical. So we do what? Argue and get emotional about differences in programming instead of going back to our basic operating system and move from a point of agreement to see how the differences were programed in. Then we can find what is universally common, like air, food and water, clothing, shelter, MUSIC, etc, and go from there. Anyway, I could write a book, but this is already too long.

So yes, I would go out with a black woman, and gladly. Right now, lol, I'd be glad to go out with anyone, lol! I would also know from experience that there would be inherent difficulties both from within and without. Any man and woman getting together have problems, because they are individuals, not because they are of different races. Interracial couples might have external problems as well. I remember walking with a dear friend, very black, very pregnant, and the wife of a white friend of mine. We loved to talk with each other and I went with her for her exercise when her husband couldn't go. We lived in the same house with some other friends, and that was easy to do. We were all in our late 20's. We were occasionally cursed and sworn at, even threatened, by some passing black men. It was very uncomfortable, as you might imagine. It is too bad. It didn't stop me or her, and it didn't stop me from dating black women (I've even been propositioned a few times as well; that was nice, lol) but it has it's social baggage in some areas. I find this very sad, and don't know what to say about it generally, except people would do well to grow up. To me, that means to get out of a limited personal perspective, back off, and look at a BIG picture, and start questioning a LOT of assumptions. The best piece of advise I ever got was to question my mind. Like Taj Mahal says, "Take a giant step...outside your mind."

Well, there is my two cents worth. I hope it might mean something to you. I think it was courageous of you to ask. Thanks.