What lasts forever?
I asked myself that, and as the day turned into night, I realized that it was memory, stories and the occasional song that creeps into the subconscious and sings to me in a whisper. Everything changes – sky, land and water and people.
My grandmothers land we call the middle field a couple miles north of the pueblo
At times I can feel her, looking on as I walk the fences, singing to me a lost lyric. If only I didn’t have ten thousand things on my mind, it would have been nice to recall the song. Sorry grandma I forgot your song. Read More→