{"id":207,"date":"2011-10-27T22:46:25","date_gmt":"2011-10-28T04:46:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wayupnorth.ca\/blog\/?p=207"},"modified":"2011-10-27T22:50:38","modified_gmt":"2011-10-28T04:50:38","slug":"multicultural-exposure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wayupnorth.ca\/blog\/2011\/10\/27\/multicultural-exposure\/","title":{"rendered":"Multicultural Exposure"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve been pondering one of the early readings in CMC11 which stated \u201cMulticultural experience enhances creativity.<\/a>\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 Being immersed in cultures other than the one a person was born into, does allow the mind to embrace alternate frames of reference.\u00a0 And being able to \u201csee\u201d differently is certainly a prerequisite for creativity.\u00a0 It also has the potential to enhance our ability to communicate, at least to listen, even as it poses a threat to our tolerance for mono-myopia.<\/p>\n

Carol Yeager has urged me to share some of my multicultural experience through pictures.\u00a0 So here you go, Carol and CMC11-ers.<\/p>\n

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where everything has to be flown into a short gravel airstrip<\/p>\n

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by small aircraft,<\/p>\n

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or hauled in on ice roads across frozen lakes in the winter.<\/p>\n

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Our retreat isn’t Florida or Arizona, but just across the bay<\/p>\n

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where a floor of spruce boughs and a wood stove keep the tent toasty warm<\/p>\n

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even when it’s bitterly cold.<\/p>\n

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Come visit.\u00a0 I’ll serve tea.<\/p>\n

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\"cooking\"skinning<\/p>\n

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We learned this way of life from the Aboriginal people who adopted us when we arrived in 1983.<\/p>\n

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They taught us how to harvest in the north,<\/p>\n

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\"filleting<\/p>\n

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and how to process our own food,<\/p>\n

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\"trout\"tobacco<\/p>\n

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and how to enjoy the richest delicacies.<\/p>\n

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Quite a journey for a boy who lived here for the first seventeen years of his life<\/p>\n

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\"bicycle\"<\/p>\n

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traveling like this<\/p>\n

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\"horse<\/p>\n

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and like this.<\/p>\n

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\"cowboy<\/p>\n

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Oh, did I forget to mention it?
\nMy journey also led through the Canadian Prairies where I photographed rodeos and preached to the cowboys on Sundays.<\/p>\n

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Photo Gallery – click an image below for a larger view<\/p>\n