I seriously cannot imagine a culture with no time. As much as I have lived with the Moken people and lived in their culture, it still is mind boggling to me. It makes me realize how terribly I (and my culture) are time oriented. Their is no word in their vocabulary for "time", they have no clocks, they use no calendars, no BlackBerrys, no one wears watches. They have no concept of planning ahead. All of life is lived in the here and now. Their meals consist of hand to mouth.
So why is it so hard for me to understand? I am a planner. I love to always be thinking ahead. My day-timer is a very valuable possession. I love calendars. In fact, I have sort of a weird obsession with them and like one in every room- but maybe that is just because I love some of the pictues on American calendars. Moken's don't know what a calendar is. They don't know how many days in a month or how many months in a year. If you ask them their age, they don't know. It simply is not important to them.
We plan our meals out to be at a pretty scheduled three times per day, right? They eat whenever food becomes available. If someone comes in with a catch or decided to cook some greens, that is when they eat. Most days, they really eat just one meal a day. Is it any wonder that our body builds are about twice the size of them?
Looking through my files of photos from the island trips, I tried to find some examples.....
This picture is a clear example to me. One morning, the women were all sitting around doing individual jobs and within minutes had all stopped what they were doing and loaded into this boat. Trying to figure out what was happening, I found out that a few of them had decided it was a good time to go collect oysters off a certain bay area. Even though it was not in their plan for the day, at that time it became the most important task, and they all grabbed a basket to head to the boat together and go collect oysters to feed their families.
Another example is when a boat comes in with a load of supplies. Most everyone stops whatever they are doing and comes down to the pier and helps carry the supplies. It is pretty hard to ever interrupt them with anything, because nothing is an interruption.
It always takes my mind awhile to adjust to this. Sometimes, I think the children may have a better concept of time. Like the night that I told the kids that we had gifts for them and to come to the center after dinner around 7pm and we would have a little party. Ha -what a joke to imagine them to think and plan that far ahead. With the houses so close and the relationships so intertwined- it is more effective to tell one kid. After we told him within minutes every kid was peering in the door at us, waiting for the special time.
So here they are just minutes later, waiting for their gifts and listening to Mike as he talks with them. They sang for us first. One of the sweetest most heart warming sounds to me is Thai children singing together. Their natural volume level is many decibels louder than when western kids sing and a sweet sound to my ears.
What fun it was for the team to hand out the gifts one by one to each child.
Thank you to Reatha for sending these gift bags over. The sunglasses were a real hit.
The next morning, I saw them off to school and they were so excited to take thier new gifts to show at school.
Off they go on their daily 45 minute hike to the island school.
The bubbles were a favorite too.
Back to the topic of time-- this post has taken too much of my time and your time! Shall I choose to sputter about how much time I've spent on this post-- or never mind the clock and time and just do what I enjoy doing because time is too much a part of my culture and I need to live in the present?