Day 6 of the Australian Journey 2012

Today we arrived at Boole Poole, the ancestral land and burial grounds owned by the aboriginal cooperative for the formal start of Culture Camp 2012.   Several of us were wearing Culture Camp 2011 T-shirts in bold red, black, and yellow, the colors of the Australian aboriginal flag.   Boole Poole is only accessible by boat which was a rough ride in a rainy sea.   Flocks of pelicans sailed overhead, experts at riding the currents of wind.   Black swans floated gracefully on the swells, while young cormorants appeared to be walking on water as they got out of the way of the boat, flapping their wings faster than imaginable.   The rain had begun as we unloaded the boat at the pier.   By the time we had pulled the trolley with our things to the house, it was a downpour.

The food at Boole Poole is continuous and one meal runs into the next.   Looking for an alternative to eating, I decided to interview Miriam, the newest physician to work for the Aboriginal Cooperative and their first and only full-time physicians.   My colleague, Rocky, had already spent time with her on his last journey to Australia when he consulted to the physicians who worked for the Cooperative.    The rain drummed on the roof as we talked in the living room of the house while most everyone else watched films of aboriginal dancing from the community at Mullingimby, the home of Shadow and Lily.

"How long have you been at the Coop now?" I asked.

"Since last August, 2011.   Now, it's six months."   Miriam answered.    She had trained in Brazil and had practiced for some time with aboriginal people there.   In Brazil she had a catchment area of 4000 people.   She worked for the public medical care system.   In her clinic, she had four health workers, one nurse, and her.   I wondered how it was to have that many families under your care.   She said it was a matter of doing the match.   In any given month, one expects 4% acute care visits.   She used the morbidity tables for the percentages of chronic diseases in her practice to calculate how much time to allocate for chronic disease care.   Time was very scientifically managed.   Next I asked her what was her biggest challenge in coming to the Coop in her first week.

"My first week was one of introductions and cultural awareness.   I was taken to the different sites I needed to know about; taken to meet the people with whom I would be working and whom I would be calling. They (the coop) introduced me to elders.   That first week was also an introduction for the community to me.   It was a pleasure.   They believed it was fundamental for me to understand the geographical space in which the patients lived.   They were open to all my questions.   They introduced me to all the places that were important to know.   The two aboriginal health workers did that -- Shane and Judi Ann.   Judi worked with the midwife and could bring her all the issues with pregnancies in young people and what they need, their expectations.   That was my first week." I was impressed with how culturally sensitive the Coop was to Miriam.   I hoped we had contributed something to that awareness. Then I asked Miriam about her second week.

"During my second week I was in the unit of my mentor, Dr. Jane Greason.   She was able to introduce me to the program and what they had been doing in the community.   She has been there more than 12 years."   Then I asked her what other doctors work for the Coop.

"Dr. Greason is my supervisor.   There is Dr. Gene Wofurt who was raised in Bairnsdale, then Dr. Schoefeld, and Dr. Black.   We have two offices at the health center.   Usually only one session or two sessions occur at the same time."   I learned that the other doctors had contracts with the Coop and did their own billings.   Miriam was on a salary.

"My challenge is, not by the production, but to help people get well.   I am not billing medicare like the other doctors who have to see patients one after the other, 1, 2, 3, 4.   I have A, B, and C consultations.   An A consultation is scheduled for 10 to 15 minutes.   B is 40 minutes and C is one hour.   Because we have the other doctors, if I have another doctor at the unit, the other doctor does their patients and I do the health assessments with the aboriginal health worker and do the gp planning."   I hadn't heard the term "gp planning" so I asked what that was.   Assessments are always category C consultations.

"After the assessment, you have at least some idea of the risk factors, medications, and social information.   That supports the gp planning.   We identify the patients with the chronic disease and the special needs.   After that, you have to work in a way that you agree with the patients and negotiate with them what can be done and how.   We set some goals between us.   I have to write this down.   That is the product we call GP planning.   The Coop is a very special situation because they have more than just general practice.   They have the family service, the alcohol and drugs follow-up, the midwifery service, and many more community outreach services.   With these special services, it's easier for us to go further than a simple gp plan in mainstream medicine.   There they have hard work because they don't have the facilities to refer as I have here.

"When I arrived in the heatlh center, I realized some of the aboriginal health workers were not having time with the doctors.   Every doctor had a small time with the patient.   I started doing the health assessments with the aboriginal health worker and the patient together.   I also did the gp planning with the patient and the aboriginal health worker together.   This seemed like a natural way to do this. It would be a longer appointment if we did it together, but we would get so much more done.   It is the job of the aboriginal health worker to visit the patient in the community and to make sure the plan that we have negotiating is being implemented.   If I cannot finish the gp planning with the patient, I will finish it with the aboriginal health worker.   Sometimes that's necessary because I didn't have all the necessary background.

"We have a clinic coordinator who is a nurse practitioner and we have Leslie who is a nurse practitioner who is more responsible for immunizations and wound management.   She's a more unit centered nurse.   Another nurse does diabetic education.   We have another midwife who works with Liz Boyer, who is one of the doctors responsible for antenatal care and deliveries at the hospital.   The midwife is a nurse, too.

"After gp planning, I keep in contact with the aboriginal health worker to be sure every action that we have planned is happening.   In that stage I had some concerns because the aboriginal health workers belong to the families.   If I have a male patient, they have male business and they will be ok with these patients, but if they belong to other families, maybe they will not be ok.   We lost one aboriginal health worker because she couldn't do the male business.   Judi worked with the midwife and had good support in the women's business.   It's very hard because you know they belong to their families and sometimes they don't want to get involved in other families' business.   I have to be very careful, because I don't know where I am walking.   Some of them are close to these patients.   I have to be very respectful.   Once I went to aboriginal health worker and said what I wanted to do with this patient and he said, doctor, I prefer not to work with this patient, because she is my wife.   He could help her as a husband but not as a health worker.

"Patient confidentiality is minimal.   Everybody is a relative.   You have to be very careful what you have as a goal.   What we have to do is ask the patient.   I have the opportunity to talk with the patient myself before we discuss things with the aboriginal health worker.   I explain what is a good aboriginal health worker and they agree with me.   Then I ask them if they are ok with who will be assigned to them.   Some of them don't accept the aboriginal health worker."   I asked Miriam about the challenges to health in the community.

"People in the community want to be heard.   They have a hard time with drug addiction, alcohol, domestic violence, but when you open the door, they go through it.   If you listen to them, they will tell you things which will give them some relief.   I remember one patient who was very upset.   In their community, it's not normal practice to have an elder in a retirement home.   She was very upset with that.   She came for high blood pressure.   She was very upset.   She was fighting with the family because one of the sisters got the guardianship of their mother.   The sister wanted their mom in this specific retirement home.   I started to treat her blood pressure but I knew the stressful situation was    part of what was raising her blood pressure. Part of my job was to be a problem solver strategist.   To help her make small changes to cope with the situation was what I needed to do.   She is still working through her issues but she is changing.   She asked me to support her with her alcohol issue because that was why her mother was in the retirement home.   She was not able to take care of her mother because of her drinking.   She was then able to go to alcohol treatment.   She could choose an alcohol counselor. " I have this problem and how can I solve with the resources we have here.'   Now her mom is in the retirement home and she is struggling to cope with alcohol problems and she accepted the situation as transitory because she wants to recover so she can take care of her mother.   She is in the middle of her process now.   She has access to the consultations.   Every time she needs to contact me, I have an agenda for her to come every week as a crisis like, trying to support her in this journey.  

"Second I have a list of resources we can present to the patient.   Patients can choose what they want.   If it's housing, I have people who can help with that. One of her [the above patient] issues was that she didn't have a house.   She got connected to the aboriginal legal services and I could do a letter supporting her for housing.   It was important for her for the crazy stress.  

"The aboriginal health worker is very important, because they know how to work the system.   If the patient doesn't allow me to contact the aboriginal health worker, I have the list of the resources and I ask the patient how to help them.   Sometimes they say it's impossible.   They give me the limitations.

Day 5 of the Australian Journey 2012

Today is our second day in Warburton with Auntie Jennie and the Karith House of Prayer.   Every morning on the Australian Tour, I get up before the sun and run.   Yesterday I ran along the Upper Yarra River to Martyr Hill (a 27% grade) where I painstakingly ascended to the top, then entered the Donna Buang Trail, a 70 kilometer hike, of which I sampled just the first bit. The songs of the birds spectacularly surrounded me, resembling what I would expect from a rain forest, though in my naivete, I expected monkeys to be part of the auditory scenery.   I had the privilege to see a beautiful red fox, which surprised me since I didn't think foxes lived in Australia.   Later when I asked about the fox, I learned that they had been brought to Australia by the British rulers for their classic fox hunt.   The foxes quickly overran the local wildlife since they had no natural predators and became pests.   (Just like the English, someone at the breakfast table quipped.)   I pointed out that it wasn't actually the fault of the foxes, since they weren't the ones to buy the tickets to Australia and probably didn't enjoy the journey either.   You can get $10 for killing a fox and presenting its pelt.   It's equally not the personal fault of those who have English ancestry for bringing the foxes since they weren't alive when the fox idea was conceived and executed.   I don't think we have to hold guilt for the deeds of our ancestors.   There's enough in the world to make everyone dysfunctional without needing more.   I agree with don Miguel Ruiz and Olivier Clerc that we need to forgive and be forgiven more than we need to blame and be blamed.

This part of Australia superficially resembles Vermont, where I live.   The mountains are a bit higher in Vermont, but that's where the resemblance ends.   There's no rocks here.   The forest floor is thickly filled with ferns and exotic looking plants that resemble large pineapple plants without   the fruit.   The major tree is the eucalyptus or gum.   As one ascends to the higher altitudes, pines appear, but not like any Vermont pine.   Last year we were running when it was still dark and saw a wombat.   I only saw scat this year.   Surprisingly given daylight savings time, the sun rises late in Southeastern Australia.

This morning I took a different route.   I ran up a new road on the same steep hill to get to the O'Shaunessy Aqueduct Trail.   I ran along an old aqueduct for a ways before turning up the hill on the Mt. Victoria Trail.   I wondered how one keeps the water out of the aqueduct even as streams tumbled down the hill beneath it.   Nature was breaking up the concrete and taking back the land.   A short ways up the last trail, I had to turn around and ran back to Karith.   I can vouch that it's quicker to run downhill than uphill but it's harder on the thighs.

Warburton is a small town, barely one row of buildings on either side of the road.   The architecture is one I have only encountered in Australia, a kind of combination between English country homes and Indonesian style.   The closest I have seen elsewhere is the French Quarter in New Orleans.   The Upper Yarra River runs behind one of those rows, flowing all the way to Melbourne and into the ocean there.   I met a woman named Maya who wrote a marvelous book on her hiking journey along the Upper Yarra River from its source to the sea.   I asked her if she was going to honor any other rivers, but she said, "No, this is my homeland.   That is my River.   I wouldn't have authority or permission to write about anyone else's river.   She was obviously aboriginal in her thinking about land and territory.

When we arrived at the Village Hall where we were doing the workshop, the door was locked.   We milled around in front of the movie posters including George Clooney's latest film for the Town Hall doubled as the Village Cinema.   Since "the show must go on", we had to improvise.   Our hosts were frantically trying to track down one of the City employees to open the building.   I suggested we go sit beside the river and at least get started.   We meandered down our side of the river to the Brisbane Bridge and crossed over to the other side where I had spotted a nice grassy area suitable for our group.   Rocky and I proceeded to do the opening song to honor the Four Directions after we had acknowledged the land, the aboriginal people who were attached to this land along with their ancestors, and the spirits who walked upon the land.   Then we did a spirit calling song to make sure that proper notice had been given to the spirits that we were planning to do a ceremony.   Auntie Jennie then spoke some about the importance of men coming into the medicine.   In her family as in mine, there were at least two, if not three, generations which were entirely lacking in men.   All the men were dead or in jail or lost.   My grandfather was the only exception as was Aunt Jennie's.   She continued to talk about the men in her family and her ancestors which inspired me to propose that we do a tobacco ceremony in which we smoke for the spirits and anyone who receives a message from them stands up and delivers it.   This turned out to be a powerful ceremony.   I offered the tobacco and a number of people stood and spoke in Quaker meeting fashion.   In my mind's eye I saw my ancestors crossing the great divide (the Pacific Ocean) and embracing Auntie Jennie's ancestors and all sitting down in a circle and smoking together to signify unity and peacefulness.   One said that war actually hadn't been on the planet all that long and could still be eradicated.   I saw ancestors standing behind each person present.   Several others spoke of similar sightings.   We passed tobacco around the circle for everyone to smoke just as I had seen.   Then one of our hosts appeared and announced that the employee who was supposed to open the hall had finally arrived and we could return.   Many of us did not want to leave the river and its soothing sounds as it moved past the first rocks I had seen in this countryside.

After we settled back into the building, Rocky spoke about the untold and silent stories that become physical illnesses.   These stories need to be elicited.   The organs and the tissues who manifest the diseases need to be engaged in conversation to tell their stories.   The lessons we were learning were not just pertinent to mental health.   He gave an example of working with a woman who was having severe right hip pain.   He used acupuncture and some osteopathy while he encouraged her to let her hip tell its story.   As a surprising but highly relevant story emerged, the pain moved to the left hip, then the left knee, and then left her body.   It had been stuck in her hip.   I suggested Brian Broom's marvelous book, Meaning-full Illness.   Auntie Jennie confirmed that this view was also consistent with what aboriginal people believe and how they heal in her area of Australia.

After lunch we wanted people to experience how ceremony builds community, so we chose a ceremony that I created based upon my readings from ethnographies written before 1900 of a "Welcome to Camp" ceremony.   It hasn't been done since 1880, as far as I can determine.   I can imagine someone getting ready to bristle, so I'll quickly say that I believe it's acceptable to create ceremony for specific purposes as the need arises.   It's not a Native American ceremony because it's not currently done and there's no model to follow or elder to teach it.   It may have some Native American flavor (we can't help infusing our spirituality into the ceremonies we create), but it's really an ecumenical attempt at experiencing some degree of transcendence toward the spiritual, which is exactly what I would call it.   Or, since I'm also a member of the Unitarian-Universalist Church, perhaps I should call it a "U-U greeting ceremony".

   The inspiration for this ceremony comes from Plains peoples of North America, before they were penned into reservations.   In those days, camps frequently moved.   During certain times of the year camps would join each other for celebrations and larger rituals.   A ceremony was done to oversee this process.   In one that I read, seven tipis were set in each of the seven directions so that the person walked a spiral toward the center.   This was done outside and to the East of the main camp.   Those people wanting admission to camp participated in the ceremony along with those who controlled the admissions process.   The supplicant who wished to enter the camp started in the West and passed to each of the directions.   In the original ceremony, the intent was that each person proved that he possessed the virtue of that direction.   In my readings, only men participated, but that may have been a side effect of the gender-nearsightedness of many of the ethnographers writing before 1880 who were often sexist and might not have noticed women even if they outnumbered men.   At each direction, the applicant to the camp tells a story about a deed that exemplifies the virtues of that direction.   In my ceremony, I used courage for the west, strength and endurance for the north, receiving and following a vision for the east, compassion for the south, protecting someone for the sky, and nurturing someone for the earth.   Then he is welcomed in the center and led into camp.   I'm going to guess no one was ever turned away because the incoming group were known and had been previously vetted.   This was just a formal way to say hello.

I use my ceremony with Native American people though, as I said, it is not a traditional Native American ceremony.   I use it especially with people who have drug and alcohol problems because they are not used to saying anything positive about themselves.   The beauty of this ceremony is that it emphasizes one's good traits and deeds.   So many people are quick to tell stories about their faults and misdeeds, but isn't it much harder to tell stories about what we have done well, or times when we have been courageous, or strong, or compassionate, or protected someone or something else?   This ceremony forces people to reflect upon what is good about them and to share it with another person who only listens, standing in the position that symbolically represents one of the Directions.   Participants feel how it changes them to tell good stories instead of bad stories and they feel the camaraderie that comes from being heard without commentary or personal response and being accepted.   Those who have completed the process are led to a nearby part of the room where they can sing, dance, or help each other in some way.   We keep a continual steam of singing and dancing going, because, as a Sari elder told us in Mexico, you can never sing or dance enough for the spirits.   When we did ceremony with her, she would exhort us with "mas bailando; mas cantando".

We did this ceremony with the group and Auntie Jennie agreed that it did succeed in giving them some flavor of the transcendence and sense of group membership that participation in tradition ceremony in community provides.   People also spoke about how difficult it was at first to be positive about oneself and how embarrassed they were.   Isn't it interesting that we are more embarrassed to tell positive stories about ourselves than negative ones?!   They also spoke about how transformative it felt to actually get out the positive story and for it to be accepted. They described the joy of completing the process and being welcomed to the community.   For some that community will continue, since talking circles are held weekly for those who live in the area and efforts are being made to find constructive ways for people to spend time with each other.

Later that evening after the workshop, we talked with our hosts about the problem in aboriginal communities for some people that family gathering was centered around drinking or doing drugs. The physician in our party who worked in the aboriginal community reported that she wasn't permitted by some families to make home visits on Thursday, Friday, or Saturday because of the partying that they didn't want her to see.     In relation to this we talked about the power of ceremony, even the ceremony of drinking together, for it is, after all, a kind of eucharist or communion.   It's no accident that alcohol is called "spirits".   We talked about the necessity of engaging the elders to put healthier ceremonies back into place in communities in such a way that people can notice and can attend.

In Warburton, we finished the day by offering traditional pipe ceremonies for those present.   We left to return to Melbourne to prepare to travel into the East Gippsland countryside early the next morning for Culture Camp 2012.

Professionalism

How do we teach students how to help other people? We currently have created such a hierarchical system which serves those (apparently) on top of the hierarachy. I am currently teaching what is called "professionalization group" which aims to teach students how to act like professionals. Yes, the model for professionalism is so distancing, so aloof, so alienating compared to traditional healers. What about the practice of generosity, humility, appreciation, and connection to the earth that characterize healers. What if these attributes are what help others to heal? The separation of professionals from their clients by the symbols of power (white coat, desk, etc.) can be powerful placeboes if they stimulate the faith, belief, and trust of the client, but, ultimately, I think they lose out to the power of a genuine, humble, more equal relationships, which doesn't mean that the healer doesn't know more about healing than the person coming to him. It just means that outside the healing encounter, they are equal. I read an ethnographer saying that healers told him that their medicine wasn't as powerful as it used to be because fewer people believe. Frank Fools Crow was an amazing healer and he exemplified all the attributes of healers, including humor and being a bit rascally at times.