I go where I always go in my mind when I view this valley. I rewind at least two hundred years and maybe two thousand plus. I view the gift of the valley with ancient eyes.
The Heal All is dried.
I feel the energy, the life of the valley.
My feet are refreshed as my body seems more balanced.
I like to see the valley like it once was and is now. Elderberries grow along the creek teeming with crawdads, either would be an easy meal if I wanted. I imagine natives gathering food and hear the laughter of children in the creek of summer.
The Ironweed grows tall and is almost ready to harvest. The natives used this plant as a pain killer. I admire the beauty and wish I knew the purpose of all the plants. I'm positive the Creator made them all useful.
My feet tell me I am grounded
as I dig my toes deep into the sand.
I empty my pockets and leave chips I've found from past residents. I put on my shoes but do not lose my connection with the land. May I leave it better than I found it. May the land always nourish and protect us. I turn toward home and glance at the sky holding sounds of distant thunder. I begin to pray for rain.