I read the dirt and see thousands of years before me in layers. The dirt speaks as plainly as if it were written. I see great floods, fire and then years and years of soil building. I seek the section when the Native Americans lived here. I touch it and think I understand.
Springs flow and make this valley rich with game. It was and is a perfect place to live. I am in awe at the natural fortification of this beautiful life-filled valley.
As the day turns out the light the fog rises. The frogs sing for their mates. Life continues here with or without me.
In awe and wonder I know I have been here before...
This place is part of me. This place at the end of a dead end road in the middle of nowhere is home.
I hear the drums beat and voices rise in song.