By the time you read this, the Harvest feast of Sept. 30th, 2014 at the Taos Pueblo will have ended. As I write this, we are just busting out for the preparation of the feast. Mud plastering the ancient walls, the race track being cleaned, the ceremonial pole of life are all being prepared as we speak. The faint savory aroma of baking bread, prune pies, roasting chili is reminiscent of days gone by like a nocturnal instinct taking you back to childhood when we would ditch school and help with the chopping of cedar-wood for the baking.
Men young and old start to think of the sprint, pulling muscles, pounding earth and giving up the breath of life.
Things in Taos, whether some want to admit it or not, are bound to each other here in northern New Mexico villages and pueblos. Our annual events fused together by many gods. This is the San Geronimo Feast Day. As you walk into most pueblos, you will see a church dedicated to a particular Roman Catholic saint; Santo Doming (Kewa), San Juan (Oke Oweengeh) or Taos Pueblo to St. Jerome church in all its glory and dogma for whom the day of commemoration honors. You will also see the old English/ French trappers, Southern Plains/ Pueblo Indian trade fair that grabs and reaches back to the frontier era. The one I prefer is the old time, older than dirt times when this originated with the seasons, climate and the seed. I like this event to be the ancient annual harvest – the celebration of the end of summer into fall and for survival through the winter. San Geronimo Feast Day a celebration and honor rooted in the ritual life of the Taos people. Read More→