Weddings! Family! Food! Eagles!

RoadTrip_v2Before I start to write a blog entry, I never know exactly what I’m going to talk about. I’ve learned a secret art of writing in a string of thoughts. This was something that was very difficult for me to learn as a teenager, back when I was thinking I was going to grow up to be a fantasy novelist of some sort. I could write just fine back then, but I didn’t know how to loosen my thoughts. It could be, also, that as a teenager, one doesn’t have many deep thoughts in order to be able to do this. You get more ideas when you’re older, just because you’ve experienced a little more and maybe learned a few new words along the way.

If all goes according to schedule, my father will be leaving the middle part of California to travel down to L.A. to pick up my sister, and her boyfriend, and go with them farther still to Banning where my sweet little gramma lives, and they’re all driving together across two states to come to northern New Mexico for my wedding. This should prove interesting, but luckily my family’s mostly just a silly bunch rather than at each other’s throats. They’ll probably have fun – I hope. It’s a long drive.beef wellington (Small)

But then we get to look forward to Sunday night! My fiancée and I decided to host a dinner the night before  the wedding at our favorite restaurant called the Trading Post cafe. We’ve been talking for a while now about what to do for a dinner thing before the big day, and we’ve also been talking about a Beef Wellington – they just happen to have it as a special sometimes at the Trading Post. Problem solved. I can’t wait to try it either.

Yesterday was a nice day, also having to do with the subject I’m writing about. We got to meet the medicine man of the Pueblo and his wife (who had the most gorgeous multi-colored hair I’ve ever seen). This is the man who’s going to marry us on Monday, and the way he described the ceremony was mesmerizing. In fact, I can’t recall the special details exactly, and I’m sad about this, but I may have been so moved at the time that all I had were my emotions and I couldn’t commit the words to memory.

The ceremony represents the groom and the bride as two eagles, each holding an eagle feather, and they enter while the medicine man drums and sings a native song about them. The bride and groom meet in the middle, touch the feathers and cross them together, and we face east to ask for the blessing from Blue Lake, our sacred lake that white people aren’t allowed to see (including me, unfortunately).

Eagles mate in mid-air while they fall, clinging to each other’s talons before releasing to soar upwards and start again, and they mate for life. It’s going to be a beautiful ceremony, and probably a really good turnout too!

Here’s an interest description of the Eagle mating ritual.