photo by Deborah Jansen
How humbling and beautiful it was to sit at the base of Chimney Rock, near Pagosa Springs, Colorado. Sitting there, I became fully aware that people who lived centuries before me were probably more attentive to the world than I am. The ancestral Pueblo people didn't have modern knowledge, but they had the gift of observation and silence. That led them to notice this rock formation, which helped them live with the rhythm of life. When the sun and the moon were framed where the rock's shadowy notch fell close to the horizon, that coincided with spring and fall. That discovery led them to understand when it was time to plant and harvest. They held a celebration for both seasons on the plateau near this rock. A flute song may have floated on the wind like the one I heard from Charles Martinez, a man who crafts and plays flutes in the Native American tradition. Beautiful. . . .
What am I observing today—in a big-picture kind of way? What or who am I called to truly see?
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