DROKPA:
The Nomadic Mountain People of Tibet. (By Diane Barker)
Reproduced here with the kind permission of Caduceus Magasine
Tibet is well known as "a land of snows", having
the youngest and therefore some of the highest mountains on earth.
Journeying there I have found a landscape of awesome beauty with
an average altitude of 14,000 feet and enjoying an extreme and
savage climate. It struck me that it takes a tough and resilient
people to flourish in these conditions, and also that perhaps
the vastness and solitude of the landscape had given encouragement
to the Tibetan's natural bent to visionary mysticism and to their
unique brand of Buddhism.
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"The top of the mountain,
Wears snow like a lambskin hat.
Come my light, brilliant sun
And I will take off that lambskin hat.
The mountain wears a belt
of mist.
Come gentle wind
And I will loosen the belt.
The foot of the mountain
Wears a shoe of frozen river.
Come spring, with your warmth
And I will take off my shoes."
A Khampa nomad
song, translated by Dugu Choegyal Rinpoche
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I have been photographing Tibetans, both inside and outside Tibet,
for about ten years. Deeply inspired by a culture that places
spirituality at the heart of life, I was also impressed by the
gutsy yet peaceful way that the Tibetans were preserving this
culture in exile, becoming arguably one of the most successful
refugee groups in the world.

However I have been most moved by the Drokpa, or nomads, living
inside Tibet. Drokpa means "people of the solitudes" and they
are truly a mountain people, herding livestock on high altitude
pastures for millennia. They live a holistic lifestyle in harmony
with nature and the seasons, and one which has remained, unchanged,
over centuries - making them the repository of original Tibetan
culture.
On two trips to Tibet in 2000 and 2001 I was privileged to be
able to stay with nomad families in Amdo and in Kham in eastern
Tibet, and found myself totally smitten by their wild earthiness
and independent spirit, as well as their friendliness, hospitality
and sense of fun. I felt all the nomad people that I met had an
unusual, primordial sort of power and dignity, whilst also being
refreshingly simple and uncomplicated. They have a raw energy,
a tremendous vitality that I rarely find in Western culture.

The drokpa men reminded me of cowboys or Native American Indians
in their proud appearance and in their outdoor life of freedom,
riding the open range. The small local towns frequented for trading
also had a flavour of the Wild West, with horses tied to hitching
rails on the street and drokpa men comparing guns in the tiny
cafes.
However it was the women who really impressed me, holding life
together and doing most of the work. I had the sense that the
women were the unsung heroines who have been particularly important
in keeping faith, hope and Tibetan culture alive in recent decades.
I really enjoyed hanging out with them in the black yak hair tents,
the warm heart of nomad life - the place for eating, sleeping,
making butter, cheese and curd, socialising, saying prayers, making
and having babies, dying. Among the women Tashi was my favourite
- always laughing. We had a lot of fun together miming earthy
jokes. I think she is extraordinarily beautiful, of which she
is totally unaware. It's something to do with her open heart and
sense of joy.

Loving them as I do I worry about what the future holds for the
drokpa people. Due to the remote nature of the areas suitable
for nomad life their culture has survived so far, but there is
a very real danger that the drokpa could experience the same fate
as other indigenous peoples like the Native Americans, the Aboriginal
of Australia and the Bushmen of South Africa, due to the lack
of value of their culture by the ruling body and to attempts to
settle, and thus control them. There is a very real clash of culture
between a ruling society dominated (as we in the west are) by
considerations of time and money, and the drokpa lifestyle which
is governed by the seasons, and by a mystical consciousness that
very much lives for the moment.

Maybe there is hope. As Zara Fleming, friend and former Chair
of the Tibet Society, puts so eloquently: "Indigenous tribes and
their environment are vanishing all over the world and yet despite
the rigors of Chinese communism and the harsh conditions under
which they live, the nomads of Tibet have managed to survive.
They represent one of the last great examples of the nomadic pastoral
way of life and they have succeeded in preserving their unique
nomadic culture with a truly indomitable spirit."

For Diane Barker's photographs of Tibetan nomads (Drokpa) and
other Tibetans in the Tibetan diaspora click
here.
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"Twice I departed in secret,
as dawn broke, leading my small caravan across the immense
Tibetan solitudes; barren deserts and grassland deserts,
equally silent, wild, mysterious; harsh, dramatic uplands,
realm of dreams, terra incognita…"
Alexandra David-Neel:
"My Journey to Lhasa."
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