One Arrow Traveling the southwest, Arielle and I became very interested in Native American culture, specifically their traditions and art. Together we visited the the Table Indians of New Mexico, the Ancestral Puebloans, who dwelled in Mesa Verde where these people carved a wonderful civilization in the cliffs. On the north rim on the Grand Canyon, we sat together, thousands of feet above the Colorado, and as one, we watched the moon overtake the sun, while painting the rocks with bright greens, browns, and gold. We hiked out, hand in hand, through the moonlight wind created monolith of earth. In the four corners of Colorado, Utah, Nevada and Utah you can meet the Hopi Indians who were completely encircled by the much large Navajo. They may owe their survival to the green and blue colors of a single eagle father arrow. From the trees of that camouflaged the Dakota Indians at Little Big Horn or to the Badlands of Crazy Horse. Or Fort Laramie, Wyoming, where you can walk the exact trails of United States Cavalry who were post on the Pony Express. To the Great Sand Dunes were you can tumble in the rare attraction between the earth, wind and beach. Arielle and I enjoyed these antiquities as we traveled the landscape by plane, train and automobile. I had given up on these interest, it had become too painful a reminder of the amazing adventures Arielle and I crowned together. Tonight, I find myself sleeping in a home that pays homage to the Indians of the America’s. Tonight I see these interpretations as a great memory of Arielle sitting under the Grand Arch, looking back at me, eye to eye, in silence, with complete understanding of the significance of the moment. A complete transformation of an association. // AriellesPlayground
Posted on: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 05:51:08 +0000
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