In honor of Independence Day, I have been thinking a lot about rattan.
We often see it as just another light, airy look for a beach house or a tropical hotel, but if you look closer, there is so much more to it. Rattan is a wild, climbing plant that grows high in the trees. It is not made in a factory by machines. It is pulled from the forest canopy by hand. When you sit in a chair with a hand-woven seat, you are not just sitting on furniture. You are sitting on hours of someone’s quiet, steady focus. You are being held by the work of a person who knew exactly how to bend the vine without breaking it.
There is a deeper, harder history here, too. For many years, the rattan stick, or the baston, has been the main tool used in Arnis, our local martial art. During the time when our country was under colonial rule, the people who took over banned our steel weapons. They did not want us to know how to fight or protect ourselves. But we did not stop. We kept our traditions alive by using a simple vine instead. It became a symbol of who we are because it is so flexible. It can bend to absorb a hard hit, and it can spring right back into shape. It does not snap. It survived because it knew how to yield, and that is a big part of how we finally won our freedom.