The land and the places where I have lived shape me. The land serves as elder, and friend. I walk in its grace, feel its solace and hear the stories it tells me. For many years my long-loved friend lived in Dixon, New Mexico. His door was always open for me.
My friend has finished his walk on earth and has crossed over to the other side. From flesh and blood to souls and songs.
I feel the wind spilling through the red and yellow leaves, and the fine dust from this red earth on my skin, as I walk the good land of the home I carry within.
Photo Credit: Randy, Santa Fe Daily Photos.
