Next week I'll be out all week on biz...and that's a good thing, I thoroughly anticipate an adventure whilst on my way - because I've learned that if you seek an adventure, odds are, you'll find one.
No, before I go I have home things to attend to and this is exciting too, kind of a warm smell of homemade bread excitement. This coming Sunday is our annual Celery Feast. I wrote about it a year ago (or maybe two) but it's really one of the most amazing holidays to me. For truly, being at home on this land has changed the meaning of the word "holiday" I no longer think of pink candy hearts or plastic grass laden baskets...no, when I think of holiday, I see our treaty signatures which line the wall in one of our buildings, for Treaty Day is a day of rememberance here at home; I don't look with longing at tinsel strewn trees (although I do love their smell) or with wondrance at the brightly wrapped gifts beneath (and again, don't get me wrong, I love a good gift during Christmas) but I do think in the Winter time, December 21 is one of our holidays "Indian New Year"
Celery Feast is awesome and here's how it goes: on friday, we diggers (women) all gather together at the longhouse for a hot breakfast together then, dressed in our "work wings" and anything else that might be needed for the day off we go out into our gathering places. This particular feast is for the wild Celery which when you bite into it tastes like the most delightful shade of green with undertones of wisdom derived from many rains.
We'll spend the day digging the Celery then on Saturday will spend about half the day preparing Sunday's meal. Saturday night will be a giveaway for those who need one and then Sunday morning will be the service (longhouse style) and then the FEAST.
All of these idyllic moments add up to HOME...and of course as with any universe, there are those charred moments of burnt hopes, there are moment frozen with hopelessness that one can only stand in for a minute maybe two...
It's all good though because FINALLY I feel like I'm
HOME TO STAY
No, before I go I have home things to attend to and this is exciting too, kind of a warm smell of homemade bread excitement. This coming Sunday is our annual Celery Feast. I wrote about it a year ago (or maybe two) but it's really one of the most amazing holidays to me. For truly, being at home on this land has changed the meaning of the word "holiday" I no longer think of pink candy hearts or plastic grass laden baskets...no, when I think of holiday, I see our treaty signatures which line the wall in one of our buildings, for Treaty Day is a day of rememberance here at home; I don't look with longing at tinsel strewn trees (although I do love their smell) or with wondrance at the brightly wrapped gifts beneath (and again, don't get me wrong, I love a good gift during Christmas) but I do think in the Winter time, December 21 is one of our holidays "Indian New Year"
Celery Feast is awesome and here's how it goes: on friday, we diggers (women) all gather together at the longhouse for a hot breakfast together then, dressed in our "work wings" and anything else that might be needed for the day off we go out into our gathering places. This particular feast is for the wild Celery which when you bite into it tastes like the most delightful shade of green with undertones of wisdom derived from many rains.
It's all good though because FINALLY I feel like I'm
6 comments:
It sounds like a wonderful celebration. Home is a lovely place to be. Have a great evening. Blessings...Mary
What is the story behind the feast?
What lovely, peaceful photos...
Thank you all for your comments. Im on travel now but will do a new "post" feast post!
Smilez n hugs
Shawna
OMG! thanks!
I needed that!
Gorgeous photos. I already feel relaxed.
Haven't seen you around lately, my friend.
B xx
OMG! thanks!
I needed that!
Gorgeous photos. I already feel relaxed.
Haven't seen you around lately, my friend.
B xx
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