Monday, October 19, 2009

"Autumn the wind blows colder than summer............

This is our God daughter, Autumn Cody.  She was actually born in Spring, April 2nd.  I was at the hospital with her mama the day she was born.  I love this lil' girl.  She is polite, kind, sensitive and spiritual.


I met Autumn's mother when we were liaisons for Hope House and the Catholic church.  Hope House is a home for unwed, pregnant women.  Those unwed women who were Catholic, were assigned to us for Church functions, attendance of weekly mass and family time.  The first time I met Cai Cody, I liked her immediately.  She was very pregnant, lonely, and needed some hope.  We must have given her that as she has been in our lives now for over seven years.  She in return has given us Autumn.................

Cai is Apache.  She was sent off the reservation at a very young age to live with a Catholic family who would send her to Catholic school, teach her the "American way." This is very common for reservation children....to be sent away from their people, and taught a whole different culture.  Cai actually had a wonderful "American" family that she enjoyed, although she missed her mama, daddy and siblings much.

"The Man" and myself have been included in Apache ceremonies over the years thanks to Cai and Autumn.  The Apache Sunrise Ceremony or na'ii'ees. 

It's an arduous communal four-day ceremony that Apache girls of the past and present experience soon after their first menstruation.  Through numerous sacred ceremonies, dances, songs and enactments, the girls become imbued with the physical and spiritual power of White Painted Woman, and embrace their role as women of the Apache Nation.

For most of four days and nights, to songs and prayers, they dance, as well as run toward the four directions.  During this time, they also participate in and conduct sacred rituals, receiving and giving both gifts and blessings, and experiencing their own capacity to heal.

The Sunrise Ceremony involves extensive preparation and teaching, often lasting six months or more before the ritual begins.  Much of the preparation, such as creating the girl's highly symbolic costume, and building the lodge, requires following complex procedures and rituals; another facet of preparation is a physical regime oriented toward strengthening the girl's physical endurance.  Her family is also engaged in extensive food preparation, since throughout the ceremony, they will be providing food and gifts to all participants and visitors.

Most of the extended family of an Apache girl are involved in preparing her puberty ceremony.  The most central figure is the sponsoring godmother, followed by the medicine man and Gans Crown Dancers.

The family takes special care in choosing the godmother, who will be a role model and have a special relationship with the girl throughout her life.  As her primary attendant in the Sunrise ceremony, the godmother will dance with her both day and night, massage her, help inspirit her and care for her when she is exhausted, give her food and drink, and prepare a huge dinner for all her relations.   

When choosing a godmother, the family visits her residence at dawn, places an eagle feather on her foot, offering her also a prayer stone and gifts as they request her to serve as godmother to their daughter.  The medicine man also has an important role, and must be approached in a similar manner.  He will preside over much of the ceremony, chanting dozens of songs and prayers, and both orchestrating and paying the singers and drummers that will accompany him.

The work involved in sponsoring a Sunrise Ceremony is enormous, as is the cost, which apporximates $10,000 per ceremony.




The Godmother chosen for such a ceremony will be a godmother chosen from the reservation, an Apache woman.  We guide Autumn in her religious beliefs only.  She attends St. Anthony catholic school, attends mass every Sunday and is being taught her catechism classes.  Cai is continuing her religious beginnings with her daughter.

Cai is attending college to become a pharmacy tech, she lives off the reservation for now, as it is much easier to travel to and from college three times a week than to travel the long distance from the reservation.  She is 8 months pregnant now and living once again at the Hope House.  She is pregnant with a baby boy this time, her third child. 

We have been Autumn's godparents since she was one year old.  It was a very, very special calling for "The Man" and myself, one we don't take lightly.  Although we don't see Autumn as much as we'd like to, I will drop anything I'm doing to get to see her.  All Cai has to do is call, and we're there. 

Cai and I have developed a close relationship over the years, somewhat like girlfriends.  She calls often, we chat, we text, we Facebook together, we see one another.  She is a beautiful woman, kind and compassionate.  I enjoy time spent with the two of them, I respect that she trusts us enough to include us in many aspects of the Apache traditions as do her mother and father. We've met her siblings, Autumn's father, and her grandmother who still wears traditional Apache attire.  Cai comes from good "stock."

Autumn came to Taylor last week for a school field trip to the Pumpkin patch, Cai immediately called me.  I stopped whatever it was I was doing, hopped in the car and drove over.  I spent four hours with the two of them, along with three class grades of St. Anthony children!  We sipped hot Chamomile tea in the park, I brushed her hair while she talked(she has beautiful jet black, shiny hair which I love), I listened.  We shared food, hugs, laughter.  I love these two girls very much, I pray that one day, Cai will find a man who appreciates her for her spirituality, compassionate personality, beauty, and beliefs. 

"The Man" and myself are looking forward to Autumn's confirmation in the church soon.  She will be surrounded with people who love her dearly, she is easy to love.  I look forward to the day when she will become a woman, dancing her dance and walking her four directions to merge with White Painted Woman who is born again and again, from generation to generation.

"Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, a ram el be angry too wouldn't ewe?"



This is one time of year the sheep look forward to......the gleaning of the ranch owners garden and yard.  This time of year we let the sheep out daily to assist in the job of "clean-up" on the ol' ranch.  There are a million elm leaves to be munched, left-over chard and spinach in the garden along with beet and carrot tops.  The sound of the sheep munching is similar to rice krispies crackling in ones bowl of cereal.

The lambs are a bit skittish at first as they have never left their domain other than changing pastures periodically. Mama sheep after awhile, tend to let their lambs "fend for themselves" when it comes to the Fall gleaning.  They just want to "snarf" up as many goodies as they can in an alloted amount of time............."babies, you're on you're own!"
I know one thing about people, they love to watch baby animals. Annually people pull over on the side of the road to watch the sheep.  Lambs are about the cutest lil' things you've ever seen when it comes to play.They hop, bounce, arc and run like lil' maniacs.  These lil' "leaf munchers" are having the time of their life.  Two nights ago we had three cars pulled off the road at once, thankfully the lil' cuties put on a show.  Have you ever seen a lamb bounce?  It's crazy the height they can get, all the while landing with acute accuracy only to bounce again even higher.  It's great entertainment for "The Man" and myself.....I gather it is for the people in the cars as well.

Friday evening after cutting wood all day, we decided to cook outdoors on the ol' campfire once again.  This particular evening we cooked up a small Dutch oven of Walla-Walla sweet onions in butter with a lot of black pepper and a smidgen of coffee, steaks, and foil wrapped taters in the fire. While sitting outdoors, recapping the day, the neighbors stopped by for awhile, we enjoy their company.  The "neighbor woman" was watching the sheep roaming the yard smiling, wondering if it was o.k. that they were, "eating leaves on the tree," "now they're in your rose bed,".............NOT!  I think "Estes" instigates this lil' adventure, goats LOVE rose bushes.  Once I've chased them out, they head to the garden until dusk, munching away.The only downside of this "holiday" is the rams discontent at not being invited to join them.  This annual event has a tendency to anger him........all inclusive: headbutting the corral fence, guttural crying, frustration, unsettled behavior to say the least! He has "Oreo" to keep him company but it's just not the same as getting out of the corral to "mingle" with his girls.  I keep telling "Blackcloud" that he only has one month left before he can "visit" with his girls..........I don't think he finds this humorous!  Try as I might to console him, it's just not working.This look is pure frustration at the shepherdess for not including him in the "fun stuff."  Feeling a bit humbled by his look, I manage to talk to him a bit, try and calm him down.......he stops the guttural crying and listens if only for a short bit of time.I absolutely love this ram, if you look closely in his eyes, you can tell that he is intelligent and wise for his age.  He's always a "pure" gentleman with his girls, never butting the ewes or lambs, just taking his time and watching.....always watching.It's time for me to call the flock back into the barn for a small amount of food, they've  supplemented much in the hour they've been out of the barn..........think Hoover vacuums!  Thinking I've got all of them in, I begin to feed, it's getting darker so I decide to do a head count.........one is missing!  I close the gate to the barn, head out in search of the "wee lost one" only to find this.............our 200 pound Nubian hiding behind a fir bough!