Can you spy the fiddler? #cultureyo
The sunrise could not have been more beautiful. Experiencing the Hopi Home Dance was profound. We were among only 6 non-Hopi in a crowd of about 4,000. We were up at 4:00am and the first dance started as the sun peeked over the mesa. It was 115 degrees by 10am. The last dance finished after sun down. I’m more familiar with the pow wow (ie social) dances in my own region of the west, but this is entirely different. It was sacred, private, ceremonial, even somber. Absolutely no photos, as you can imagine, so it will just have to live vividly in my memory.
This is what road trips look like in my corner of the world…through a dirty windshield, no less.
sunsets over the Hopi mesas take my breath away…and yes, basically every night looks just like this.
@afarmedia featured a recent photo I posted from Hopi land in Arizona. I’m so flattered. I’ve been obsessed with AFAR since they published their first issue and I use their wanderlists religiously. This is another photo of the farm I worked on in March and again this weekend. I have Danish farming blood in my veins, and understand rich, black Iowa soil. Dry farming blows my mind. It’s a sight to behold and I’m so blessed to have had such an intimate , unique experience with it as a non-Hopi.
When I was visiting the Hopi lands in March, I helped prepare this field for planting, specifically the dry farming of corn. Four months later, this is the result! The Home Dance ceremonies tomorrow are intended to bring rain (among other goals). Dry farming is a spiritual practice for the Hopi. They do not irrigate their land, rather they very intentionally rely only on their prayers, ceremonies, and intimate understanding of the climate in this region they’ve called hime since (some say) 500 BCE.
the desert is magical. and scorching. and beautiful.
road trip! I love the Southwest landscape so much.
I was invited back to Hopi land in Arizona to participate in sacred ceremonies called Talangva, or the Home Dance. It’s an honor, a once in a lifetime opportunity, and something I can’t pass up. As their elders say, “Witnessing a Hopi ceremony is a privilege, not a right.” I’ll visit friends I made when I was there in March, and once again I’ll help the women cook and prepare for the ceremonies and celebrations.
Hopi mythology teaches that the Katsinas (or Kachinas) have been living in the villages on the different mesas in their physical form since winter solstice, teaching everyone how to plant their crops in the desert sand. The Home Dance sends the Katsinas back to their spirit form into their spiritual home, the mountains called the San Francisco Peaks, visible from all three mesas. The prayers and ceremonies also bring rain to nurture the crops that have been planted.
ATTN SLC: Endless Tapas Tuesday. $22. Endless. No lie. Get to Meditrina asap, or…you know, next week.
Park City Town Lift, from mountain top to Main Street.
Sundays are for brunch and farmer’s / art markets. I’m fairly certain that was in Paul’s epistle to the Corinthians.
pools in mountains are the prettiest kind of pools
Spending the weekend in the mountains on a mini-break with @picturesoftext.