If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people. ~
So mighty stand stone dwellings within sandstone cliffs of what we now call Cedar Mesa.
What did you call it, dear ancestors?
We might call you Anasazi, ancient peoples what did you call yourselves?
Perhaps answers are present among the thousands of petroglyphs that adorn the mesa.
Stories of your community living in harsh desert heat and wind
protected by solid rock comforted by San Juan River’s life-giving waters,
expressed in simple imagery surviving ravages of time.
We paddled downstream into strong head-winds
making our way to your snake house to ask advice.
Help us re-weave our broken connections to all our relations,
our blood ancestors, animal ancestors, plant and mineral ancestors.
Help us remember from where we came so that we may stop living in forgetfulness.
How can we re-connect with what matters -the source of our being?
To have most gratitude for the air, soil, water and earth
that sustains us and all life.
Our curiosity is heartfelt and humble.
All that visibly remains of your ancient village are these piled rocks,
drawings and small artifacts of small dried corn and pottery.
Some say you disappeared when the environment no longer supported your existence.
Hopi’s and other pueblo tribes say you are their ancestors.
Petroglyphs and artwork on their Reservations support their being your descendants.
What can you advice to us, we who have paved over the world,
consuming it with great appetite
and suffer greatly from having severed our roots?
I will continue to listen in the wind and silence
for your dear blessings as I’m certain your compassion is rock solid
for the continuation and survival of your descendants and all living things.