Guided by ancestor’s along the Walnut Canyon rim

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.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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