My Magical, Mystical Pueblo Birthday
The Seed Is Sown
September 30, 1971
I live with my husband Kirk in Boca Raton, Florida. He’s finishing his Masters in Ceramics at Florida Atlantic University. Kirk is a potter, a painter, a sculptor, and a cartoonist. He also plays the French horn and guitar and stands six foot five inches tall in his bare feet. He is as exciting and unpredictable as he is tall.
EIGHTEEN AND A HALF YEARS LATER
I walk up the porch stairs of a clapboard house in Vancouver, British Columbia. I’m a student at the Vancouver Film school, and in the midst of shooting a short documentary. My DP David has recommended his father to compose the music. He said his dad was a musician, and that he played with the Zydeco country rock band, Blue Northern. That impressed me, and here I am about to meet David’s father.
A sharp memory again: yellow bird perched on the branch of a small tree that grew alongside the wooden steps of the house.
The energy is palpable before he opens the door.
I am about to meet one of the big loves of my life
We have to park a distance from the Pueblo, because no cars can drive inside. We walk down a long dirt road, passing a couple of medium sized light yellow dogs. They lie on the ground, and the only moving parts of their bodies are their wagging tails. Dust swirls in the air around them. We finally came to a house, in front of which sits a fierce looking man in a lawn chair. Jimmy says, “Tell Us Good Morning!” The man is gruff in his response. He points toward some houses further down the road, but not until after giving me the once-over. I start feeling that it has been a mistake for me to enter this Pueblo. I see the history of the Americas, and at this moment I know that I represent the entire White race.
We continue walking until we come to a house surrounded by lush greenery. This is the only greenery around, and it stands out in the desert atmosphere. An opening in the green reveals what lies beyond. I see a beautiful flower garden. Rocks form a spiraling path that traverses through it.
The Magical, Mystical Arbor at The Pueblo
The Guest Of Honor
That evening, in honor of my presence on my fortieth birthday, I am the dinner guest of Tell Us Good Morning, the Head Chief of the Taos Pueblo, and his wife, Pauline, their Main Medicine Woman.
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