2007 Arizona
Ah, a fresh new morning, the air a little crisp but the sun comes up quickly to warm me. I make my way up to the mysterious boulders using a small trail that I am careful not to disturb. The scent of the sweet Acacia mesmerizes me as I reach the entrance that will transport me back in time. These giant boulders leaning, poised just on their soft round edges create an amazing space.
A sacred cave where they gathered for ceremony and where the women sat in the cool breeze and ground what they have foraged. I touch the grooves they have made in the stone from their women’s work, the breeze on my neck, the boulders poised above me, it is a surreal moment. The boulders feel like great grandmother and grandfather earth leaning over me protectively. As if saying, come here to this place and we will protect you.
The wind comes in from all directions, speaking to me in an ancient tongue, older than the people of this earth.
dream walkings 
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