Earlier this month, I found myself on what can only be described as a toy plane, being plonked somewhere in the depths of the Ecuadorian Amazon. Thankfully, a quite remarkable group of indigenous tribes-people — the Waorani — were waiting as I touched down. I spent a week with some of the kindest and most resilient men, women and children that I’ve ever met.
I want to make note of the moments that highlighted their distinct approach to life — an approach that promotes pride, heritage, connectedness and what seemed an almost tangible sense of wellbeing.
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A week isn’t long, and my grasp of the Wao language is, um, limited. But it was enough to get a glimpse of what felt important, different and, perhaps, worth heeding. As I flew back to civilization, I noted some lessons that the Waorani have taught me. Here they are.
Learn by doing
We were surprised to see that the kids — some of the happiest, most relaxed and gentle-spirited children I’ve had the pleasure of hanging out with — would casually wander into the jungle to explore it their own way. Day-long disappearances, that would have most parents I know panicking down the phone to whichever emergency service will listen, are quite the norm. By way of explanation, our guide asked: “How else will they learn the ways of the jungle?”
Living amongst, rather than protected from, the dangers that surround them is how they cultivate instinct and survival skills. They learn by watching, feeling, hearing and being. We can all do a bit more of that.
Only take what you need
The Waorani put a small net in the river near their settlement, which catches a handful of fish every couple of days to feed the community. They might also go out with a line and hook to catch one or two extra from a canoe, as needed. Other tribes, they told us, use plant poisons to kill hundreds of fish at a time in sections of the river. Traditional and natural, yes — but not the way the Waorani like to operate. They prefer to leave no trace.
They adopt a spirit of conscious co-operation with nature — never wanting to impact or alter the ecosystem in any lasting way. A mindset that’s all the more powerful to learn about with the buzz of a US oil company’s chainsaws roaring, not-too-distant, in the background.
Forget your age
The Waorani people don’t celebrate their birthdays. Our guide didn’t know his birthday, but thought he was around 47. He had never known his mother’s age, because she’d never known it herself.
It seemed that time and the passage of life is marked not so much by a number, as by experience — of the jungle and its teachings, and of life events like marriage or children. Age is something that is gathered up and nurtured with the passing of time, synonymous with knowledge and wisdom. It’s not a quietly resented number that’s notched up in years, prompting anxiety with the turn of each decade.
I couldn’t help feeling we could take something from this — if only a small reminder to reflect each year on the experience we’ve collected, and the insight and perspective that only time can enable. And, if we can, to hold that all-important number a little more lightly.
Let go: laugh
One afternoon I was clambering gingerly through a river, wincing as I walked on pebbles in bare feet, then flailing around to grab something as the current picked up. A girl my age sat on a rock nearby and started giggling. I looked up at her, and saw myself through her eyes; the two of us collapsed in fits of laughter (while I flailed more).
Instead of nudging her friend, pointing and sniggering, my new friend laughed kindly and openly. It was an invitation to connect, to play, to live with her in that moment.
What struck me, time and again, was how freely the Waorani are overcome with laughter — and how it comes from a place utterly without malice or self-consciousness. One look around a London tube carriage, filled with expressionless, downcast faces and suspicious side-glances, and our departure from simple, joyful human connection is plain to see.
It seems trite to say: "Let’s loosen up a bit, stop taking things so seriously!" But seriously, let’s. It’s way more fun.
The Waorani are a community under threat — their way of life and their environment are being attacked by the Western world in a way that leaves them fearing for their future.
Their line of defense struck me as beautiful: to share their lives, educate people on their customs, and perpetuate the knowledge and wisdom that they’ve cultivated and strengthened over thousands of years. They do this through story. During our time in the rainforest, we heard many tales: of the Anaconda; of the King Vulture; of the Woodpecker; of childhood, of change, of long lost family. These stories weave together the threads of a cultural identity, and their telling and re-telling unite the people who share it.
Once thought to be the most dangerous and aggressive society on earth, the Waorani today protect their tribe’s future existence in a way that’s profoundly gentle and proactive, rather than attacking and reactive. When asked what they’d like us to take back home with us, to share with our friends and family, the answer was simply “That we’re here. That we have a culture and way of life that’s different to yours, but sustains us in harmony with the ‘omede’ (jungle). We want to keep our identity.”
I can think of no better way to protect one’s identity than to share it with people.
So that’s really why I’m writing this. Because the Waorani’s is a story that needs telling, so that a simple yet rich and nuanced way of life can continue.
Of course, most of this will never translate directly. I’m certainly not suggesting that city-dwelling pre-schoolers should be left to wander downtown city streets, or that we should do away with birthday cake. But, for my own part, I can’t help feeling there’s something in the spirit of the Waorani that I would do well to take away with me — to reconnect with, as a somehow more ancient and grounded version of what it can mean to be.
Becca Warner is a writer, traveler, and change-maker. She leads a team of revolutionaries at Escape the City, and explores the power of food for the brain on her website ThinkFeelFood. Check out her writing or follow her on Twitter.
This post originally appeared on Medium.
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