South

Good Mornin'

Well, pretty fresh this mornin', but it might be I was just up and out a little earlier than usual; had some company show up, unexpected. A fella I'd heard about from an article about wild horses and native people; he makes drums, works horses and travels, talkin' about Navajo Culture. We'd corresponded over the past few months and he'd agreed to stop by when he was over this way.

Anyway, he showed up a little after nine, last night. We talked and visited some, called it a night, than got up early this mornin', take a look at "The Medicine Bend", for he headed off to Taos. Nice fella; we talked about horses and culture, where he grew up, the white folks adopted him when he was little, his relatives back in Arizona and a son he has, lives in New York City. I guess he's debatin' move back that way or keep doin' his work out here.

Anyway, he just left, callin' back every few minutes, see if he got his directions right. I reckin' he's been travellin' too much; Europe over the winter. There's a big mountain, about twenty miles south; takes up most of the sky from anywhere around here. I kept tellin' him "just keep headin' south, toward the mountain; when ya can't get no closer, turn left and follow the road around the north side.". He called from twenty miles north a here askin' if he was goin' the right way; we started all over.

And there's the beauty of a horse; when your horseback you have time to look around and notice stuff and if it's mornin' and your face is hot, your goin' east. In a vehicle, we're apt to get so fascinated with bells and whistles, radios and roads, air conditioning and turn signals, we could be anywhere, goin' anywhich way. And, fast as they make 'em, anymore, ya sure can get lost in a hurry.

So, once again, I'd like to point out, the possible importance of critters; they might be a little slower and they may have opinion or two, but where we're like ta lose track, the why and the how, the critters know South is, well, South.

Have a nice day!

Best,