A Story Blog and More!
My new Story Blog will be a platform to share inspirational ideas, writings of various formats and stories of my life journey. The people I meet, the animal encounters and the stories coming from an enlightened source will be shared here. You comments, sharing of thoughts and your own words that may be triggered from anything I share. So let the thoughts and feelings flow. Lets find common ground to see our authentic reflection in words.
The Story of "One Apache"
You may be wondering where the title of my web site “One Apache” comes from. The following real life story is how this name came to be and why this title is meaningful to me.
Imagine yourself in two worlds simultaneously. Imagine having one part of your being in a time from the past, feeling and understanding what it must have been like living in the times of your ancestors. Imagine having another part of your being in the present, experiencing the now and how much has changed and yet how much of the experiences of humanity have stayed the same. Imagine yourself in the shoes of your ancestors, in the exact moment of memory, of knowing a circumstance they created changed the outcome of history. My experience combined two distinct times into one precise moment, demonstrating the space/time continuum, as well as the interconnectedness of life over hundreds of years.
This story helped me to see the intricate and sometimes intertwined cycles our lives manifest and the reality we can create to heal, teach and understand life. The ties to my ancestors and the webs we create presently, offer amazing opportunities to see how we are all connected in so many ways.
August 9, 2006: I am sitting in the plaza at the Picuris Pueblo, 40 miles north of Santa Fe, New Mexico attending the annual Feast Day honoring the Pueblo's patron saint, St. Lawrence. The day is warm under the sacred New Mexican sun and the small Pueblo has swelled with visitors from all over the region to watch the famed ceremonial dances. Transfixed by the graceful movements of elaborate regalia adorned by the dancers as they keep in cadence with the rhythmic drum beat, an eerie feeling washes over me and I am carried away on a surreal wave of energy and realization of something greater than I. Everything seems so different and yet it is also the same. I envisioned a timeless cord stretching back to the past and snapping forward to the present. Bringing the experience of my ancestors with it. The drums drone on and the dancers continue to move in concerted prayer and affirmation, and yet, although I am present, my consciousness has also merged with memories and images from the past--a time some 300 years earlier when my ancestors met in battle that changed the lives of these people I sit among.
I come from two bloodlines deeply rooted in the Southwest of America, two bloodlines who were enemies, two bloodlines whose trampled footprints and horseshoes left a mark into the soil from the Rio Grande Valley of New Mexico to Colorado and whose exploits developed the cultures and ways of life that are present there today, two bloodlines who were responsible for oppressing and liberating the Picuris people--the Apache and the Spanish.
I am the direct descendant of Col. Juan de Ulibarri, a Spanish nobleman who arrived in New Mexico in 1692 with the 2nd de Vargas expedition. He is credited with being the first non-Native to pass before the famed and sacred Spanish Peaks of Colorado, known as the Breasts of the Earth by Native people. Juan also wrested the Picuris Pueblo from a brutal occupation that decimated their numbers at the hands of my Apache ancestors.
My Paternal Grandmother was full blooded Apache. She was born in the same Spanish Peaks that Juan de Ulibarri had passed hundreds of years before. My father was born in the Cuchara Valley below these same Peaks.
Listening to the thundering drums and watching the dancers dancing, I am overcome by the many sensations of human emotion that played out hundreds of years ago upon the very ground upon which I sit, surrounded by the remaining descendants of the Picuris people, less than 500 of them. Strangers to each other, we are silently joined at the intersection of our common history. I am one Apache sitting among many Picuris on this Feast Day. I grow aware that I am the repository for the combined DNA of the characters (enslaver and liberator) who so altered the course of Picuris Pueblo. Enemy and Friend, Abuser and Savior--it is all within me as well as outside of me. Seeing duality play out in real time. Past and present fuse together to yield a timeless perception of reality.
The trailing wind of a dancer passing close to me caresses my face. Perhaps Spirit is acknowledging a reunification of ancient energies, the Oneness that we are. In this moment I am One Apache.
More to share on my website...
Barry, a ten year old Taos, New Mexico rescue. When he was 3 months old he was dumped in front of a liquor store along with his litter mates in the village of El Prado, NM. He is considered a "Taos Mix" a mixed breed of Border Collie, Aussie Shepard, Spaniel and a few other assorted breeds. He is a registered therapy dog who works with developmental disabled and autistic adults and in hospice support. He is Carol's companion.
His blog will be a sharing of Barry's thoughts, intuitively felt by Carol, and his adventures. Barry will be offering spiritual advice from the K9 point of view.
Topics include: The cleansing effect of a snow bath, the value of taking in the scenery and the joy of chasing squirrels.
The Cleansing Effect of a Snow Bath
The changing season..brings me to new ways to be one with nature. Ahh..I miss the feeling of the cold and cleansing effect of the snow on my coat. Wiping away all the loose hair, dirt and dross that has accumulated since my last snow bath. While I’m walking, I seek out the cleanest patch of snow. A spot of snow that is untouched by blowing debris. I drop and roll, my paws up in the air pointing skyward, a smile on my face and the joy in the feeling, so soft, cool and refreshing.
Now, its springtime in Anchorage and my snow baths are no more.. Now its the cool and dark soil to root in. The spring rains give the soil a comfort that’s as good as my bed. The spring grasses become my day bed, I love the feeling but it gets me so dirty. I don’t concern myself with the grime on my coat. I just shake it off and trot off to find more adventures and mischief to get into. This is what life is about. Don’t let the small stuff stop you from seeking joy.
When was the last time you rolled in snow, soil or grass? Or kicked your feet up and laid out stretched on the earth? The Navajo of the Southwest would ceremonially lie on the ground. An old tradition that goes back over a millennia that helps one get in touch with the earth, how it feels, what it feels, how it breathes, how it supports, how it takes in and transmutes negativity in all forms. These indigenous people would also “eat” the dirt. They didn’t eat handfuls, just a “taste,” more like a pinch between the cheek and gums. The Navajo knew how to commune with the earth and recognized the symbiotic relationship we have with it. The Animal Kingdom know this too.
A Snow Flurry!
So many feeling the heat of summer, I offer this story to help cool off those sweltering. Enjoy!
It was the afternoon of March 27th 2011, a cool 34 degrees, the clouds had just finished releasing a small amount of snow earlier in the morning, about 2". The sun was trying to burn through the clouds to warm the air but it was pleasant enough to take a walk near the Abbott Loop Trailhead and Campbell Creek in Anchorage, AK.
Barry and I hit the trail. We hiked the Lynx Trail that connects to the Coyote Trail in the Chugach Mts. The trail condition was packed well from winter mt. bikers and hikers so it was firm, however there was the new snow accumulation from the last few days which made it slick. It was about 2.5" of snow on the trail. It wasn't too bad to walk on but I did lose one of my best ice cleats in new snow.
At this time of year, the trail is narrowed by the snow, it takes on the appearance of a luge track. I has high sides and a smooth, packed bottom surface. As I meandered along a slight downward grade of the trail walking slowly and taking in the scenery, all of a sudden a swoosh, a furry "toboggan" shot passed me on the trail. IT WAS BARRY! That goofy pup. He flew pass me in a swirl of snow, down the trail for over 20 feet! He likes to play "catch up" and run full speed, just behind me, he lost his footing in the soft snow and he became a luge racer, sliding on his side, staying within the trail's parameters. By the grace of god there was no trees to stop his momentum. He was going so fast, if he was really racing the luge, he may have won! He crashed into a bank of soft snow. He got up, shook off the snow and went on his merry way. Silly dog.
In my Muse Messages, I will share my experiences in the course of my life journey. They may be interesting encounters with others, stories that demonstrate personal transformation in thoughts or feelings, or interaction with the natural world of plants, minerals and animal kingdoms.