What to do when you find yourself in equal love with more than one place of mountains...
Taos, Pueblo Tə̂obo ‘toward the village’
San Francisco Peaks, Hopi Nuva'tukya'ovi ‘place of snow on the very top’
Bradshaw, Yavapai Wi kañacha ‘black range of rocks’
I am about to go spend more time getting to know one of these places. It's funny how the timing aligns almost to the day with last year's settling into Appalachia, which I've come to understand as a fall into the looking glass, wherein I lived a vision of what is to come—complete with potent eclipse periods as searing reminders—and, how utterly trippy is this when you think about it! Following spirit can be quite bewildering at times, and yes, yes, I am channeling the journey of near-inarticulate magic into a book.
“When will you be done?!” I am frequently asked.
Well, I am living my book. When I get to the point of the interior, where I realize a culmination has arisen, that is when I will be able to piece it into completion, then hand it to you and say: At last, here is my story.
The next chapter might be called Southwest Mountains of The Fabled Center and What Was Found There or maybe The Spiraling Hawks and Oracle Rocks Told Me To Do It.
See you on the other side ~