K is for kula

Tessie_snack_gift_3 Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding the third. –Marge Piercy

"When attention is directed onto an object, it remains in the object. Throughout the mystery of Kula, trading the mwali and soulava became ‘living personalities’ with definite cultural identities." – John Kasaipwalova

Kula is a system of exchange of shell armbands and shell necklaces. The exchange network stretches over a distance of hundreds of kilometres and involves a large circle of islands in the South East of Papua New Guinea. It is known as the kula circle because necklaces are moved clockwise and arm bands move counter clockwise around these islands, with each piece taking anywhere between two and fifty years to arrive back at its starting point. Through the exchange process a complex system of partnership evolves, with one piece moving through as many as twenty partners in the circle before it is back where it started.

In 2008, I will gift more simply.

It snowed last night, a fact that was announced at eight hundred decibels at o’dark-thirty this morning by our littlest human megaphone: “IT SNOWED! IT SNOWED! IT’S STILL SNOWING!”

And so, a snow day began in the finest tradition of snow days. Except that this one was cold, cold, cold, with a biting wind. I, um, don’t do cold.

It was barely fifteen degrees Fahrenheit today. By the time I rolled out of the bed to find my slippers and my mind, Tess had already dressed herself in a snowsuit meant for a three-year-old, its arms and legs stretched tight up high on forearms and shins. Mr Brilliant couldn’t find a hat, so ventured out in a bright blue toddler one perched on top of his noggin. I braved the elements in pants that made Mr Brilliant laugh out loud, along with my puffy coat, and a big hat my friend Lora (aka Smarty Butt) gave me because she was tired of me complaining that my head is so huge no hat fits it. We lasted ten minutes outside. It was a dry cold, the quiet crisp granular kind in which you can hear a footstep crunch into the snow 100 feet away, in which birds are shocked into eaves for shelter.

The rest of the day was spent inside, basking in the glory that is winter: soup, hot tea, naps, hours of games of Bingo and Candyland and Brio train wrecks. Tess disappeared into the kitchen for a while as I answered a phone call, emerging ten minutes later with a small offering in her tiny hands. “I MADE A SNACK FOR YOU! I MADE A SNACK FOR YOU!” she yelled excitedly, offering her small gift to me like diamonds.

Several weeks before, I had picked her up from her Pre-K class, arriving just as they were finishing their snack: grapes and small pretzels on white paper ballpark hot dog holders. Tess ran toward me, flailing her arms and legs, holding her empty white paper ballpark hot dog holder in two small fingers above her head. I scooped her up. She held the miraculous white paper ball park hot dog holder out to me, whispering “this is so beautiful. I’m going to keep this forever.”

And so, her white paper ballpark hot dog holder joined her other treasures at home on a plate atop the microwave: a soy corn dog stick with pieces of soy dog still attached, a small piece of green pepper that looked miraculously like a “J” when it was fresh and is now so shriveled that it is a microscopic lower case “j”, three long pieces of uncooked spiraled pasta, an entire bulb of garlic that was so gorgeous she fell to the floor in a swoon, and two tiny pancakes, no bigger than ¼ of an inch across.

I found some white paper ballpark hot dog holders at If It’s Paper, transforming her whole world. She is a snack artist, combining the most unlikely of foods for our dining pleasure. I will long treasure Mr Brilliant’s first mayonnaise sandwich with strawberry jelly and pickles carefully placed inside, proudly consumed like the dad he is.

My snack today was a tame, tripartite, taupe pleasure: one cracker with almond butter, fifteen peanuts, and baked potato chips. We dined together, enjoying our white paper ball park hot dog holder snacks and plotting our next game.

It was a gift of the highest order.

It started me thinking again about gifts, and giving.

I think gifts are sometimes expressions of power, and not gifts at all. “See how much money I can spend!” our gift announces. “This is how much I love you!” we urge as the lucky recipient basks in the glory that is Us.

What is it we trade in?  Why do we seek reciprocity? And why is this so hard?

What are gifts? And gifting?

Marcel Mauss’ book, The Gift, was an early and important study of reciprocity and gift exchange. He focused on the way that the exchange of objects between groups builds relationships between them, providing one of the earliest forms of social solidarity used by humans. Mauss drew on Bronislaw Malinowski’s study of kula exchange to demonstrate how widespread practices of gift giving were in non-European societies. In conclusion, he suggested that industrialized, secular societies could benefit from recognizing this dynamic of gift giving. And indeed we could. Other, later books have also focused on the ethic of generosity.

Kularing_3 The Kula ring is an exchange cycle in the Trobriand Isles documented by Malinowski in Argonauts of the Western Pacific. Twice each year, Trobriand islanders launch their canoes and visit other islands, carrying gifts and local specialties for barter. When they arrive, the travelers give gifts, barter, and are feasted by their hosts. Kula shells are carried from one island to another in a ring, the armlets in one direction and the necklaces in another, in a constant cycle of exchange called ‘kula’.

Malinowski chastised writers who referred to kula shells as money. They are better seen as an exchange of gifts in a moral framework. He used the kula to make the more general point that the economy is embedded in social relations.

Marilyn Strathern did her field work in Melanesia, arguing that Melanesians don’t conceive of objects and persons as independent entities involved in exchange. She argues that the person who gives does not exist before they give and the relationship that occurs with this giving. This person only has an identity as part of and as a result of the giving relationship. Thus, she concludes, people only acquire their identities from the relationships in which they participate.

From The Magic of kula, we learn much about this ritualized trading culture:

“Kula was and still is a life sustaining cultural exchange. The kula circle has always been associated with making contact with far off neighbors. The Kula tradition is carried by word of mouth. It is a motion, an action of giving and taking between people–two people (partners) to begin with. This action results in the growth of participants.

"Kula is not just giving and receiving but an experience encountered by two personalities, be they individuals or entire communities. It is the simple human experience of growth and growing as an individual or a community engaged in giving and receiving.

“Kula allows communities to obtain Mwasila. Mwasila is the building or creation of a good feeling amongst people. To be happy, free, to have no worries. For the people of New Guinea it is a cleansing,  they clear their minds of all wrong doings and smooth the path between family and friends, thus rectifying any bad behavior. The basic concept of Mwasila is creating a clear path between yourself and your environment, in being able to link with the environment you remove all other thoughts from your head that clutter clear and mindful thinking.

Kula creates a two-way return of favors. Unlike today’s forms of trade where you trade items and the commitment is absolved, in Kula once you are a part of the Circle it is a permanent connection. The saying around Papua is once in Kula, always in Kula.

Intentions: I will see myself as an integral part of continual giving relationships, remembering, as Emerson has told us, that the “greatest gift is a portion of thyself.” In a giving relationship, the object that is given bears the identity of the giver. This is particularly clear when Mauss describes the phenomenon of the Maori Hau, which can be loosely translated as the "spirit of the gift". The hau demands that the gift be returned to its owner. I will gift more. And I will create circles of giving. In the traditional Kula rings, a person who participates usually does so in order to develop a name for himself or acquire fame. In my Kula ring, we will give in order to develop our own identity, our Self, and the relationship between. I will give more gifts on white paper ballpark hot dog holders, the kind that make me swoon with their beauty and their simplicity and my anticipation of giving them to you. What kind of giving circles do you know and participate in?

From the last alphabet challenge: K is for Kooser

About Patti Digh

Patti Digh is an author, speaker, and educator who builds learning communities and gets to the heart of difficult topics. Her work over the last three decades has focused on diversity, inclusion, social justice, and living and working mindfully. She has developed diversity strategies and educational programming for major nonprofit and corporate organizations and has been a featured speaker at many national and international conferences.

7 comments to " K is for kula "
  • You have to love kids and their wisdom of the ages. Never before has a snack filled you so completely, I bet. I like the idea of the “kula”, it is interesting to know that the “giving” comes back to you, be it in the form of the shell necklace/bracelet or otherwise. This post made me smile. Thanks.

  • Patti – you gift to us everytime you share one of your beautiful essays. :)

    My 6 yr old can find the joy in the smallest, most benign object. It is truly wonderous. I can appreciate the joy of your hot dog holder snack.

    I love to give handmade gifts, but many of the people in my life don’t want or appreciate handmade items. I have been really lucky to connect with other mixed-media artist who understand and appreciate handmade art, so that’s been a wonderful thing for me this last year.

    I’m so envious of your snow! I’m down in the Sandhills of NC and no snow here. :(

  • Wondering if you’ve read Lewis Hyde’s “The Gift” re gifting and art. I’ve just started it. Got my free copy from the U.K. via 12/15 “Gift Day”…looks like there are 2 spaces left. ;)

    http://www.giftday.org.uk/?p=1

  • I have not read anything about giving, so this is totally off the top of my head. But it seems to me that a gift is often symbolic of the relationship between gifter and giftee. The gift can symbolize the level of intimacy of the relationship. The gift can be intimate: My friend knows me so well, she chose the perfect gift for me! Or it can be pro forma: What a nice hostess gift. Or it can symbolize an attempt at one-upsmanship as you pointed out in your comment that “gifts are sometimes expressions of power”… Maybe giving, in all its different forms, is a part of what makes us human. Or maybe it reflects a part of what we are as humans….
    So giving, and thus relationship, define us as human.

  • Dawn – yes, those kinds of gift fill us up, don’t they? and the circular nature of giving that is represented by “kula” is so intriguing to me. I fear we’ve lost that in our transactional world…

    Jillian – thank goodness for artists who can appreciate each other’s gifts – as for the snow, I’m happy to share!

    Marilyn – I don’t know that book – will definitely have to take a look!

    Frivolitea – I think your “off the top of your head” notes are so on target. Add the possibility of differing interpretations of closeness and gift, and the complexity of gifting begins to show through… I think relationship does define us as human…more clearly in some parts of the world than others.

  • Burningman, as well as being about radical community building and the ephemerality of art (focusing on process over museumship) is a gift economy. http://www.burningman.com.

    shalom v’ahava,

    Menachem

  • Sally

    One of my goals for this year is to make more art with my daughter, perhaps ending up the year with a project that will create bookmarks or ornaments or something that we can give to family. I want to give more of me than stuff this year.

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