The herbs, the fir tree, I become part of it.
The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters,I become part of it.
The wilderness, the dew drops, the pollen...I become part of it. "
Navaho Song found in a favorite blog!
A picture is worth a thousand words but this Navaho poetry comes close.I feel this way so much more than I have ever before in this Native American commmunity.
I feel part of this land more and more. It has become my home before I find home again in the Land of Oz..
I am putting off my own enjoyment with the love of my life ( I hope, since my heart has been broken so many time. My muse looks at me in her red riding hood attire or maybe a xmas elf.
"they are my xmas pjs honey!"
responding to my rambling eloquence in her very innocent and young sounding voice. Sometimes I forget how young her voice sounds on the cell phone almost like a child. She perks up my day when i hear her voice because I know she loves me with her eyes. She looks so adorably cute in our very humble adobe abode nestled in the middle of the triplex on the side facing Serendipachi Mountainz!
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you...while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.