My Walkabout

I am guided by my spirit ancestors along the rim of Walnut Canyon. I can feel my grandfather in a birds call, in the light breeze, in the flowers and trees.

It surrounds me, binds me.

Calms me.

Curly strands on the agave plant are healing points of nature’s acupuncture. I prick myself and leave a tiny trail of symbolic blood as I carry on.

I come to an un-excavated site.

The mysteries and possibilities that lie within are a simple allegory to my life…..

as the lone hawk circles overhead looking for food to sustain his nature.