The sky and the clouds speak to me. They tell me of life on the mesa, of rain and thunder, of past and future intertwined, life that never ends. They tell of spirits that walk with me, fly with me, attach themselves to my soul and glide with me when I once again enter this sacred ground. This is my heart, my soul, my life, where I am reborn again and again, where nothing and everything changes. I give you all of me. I only ask to walk in your beauty....your canyons, your mountains, your fields of flowers.