mother's home is the place that i would like to be if the world ended..........
the place that i would like to see if i was dying...
take my walk upon mother earth..... feeling her spirit flow through me....... like an enchanting spell............ relplenishing my soul.... mind.... spirit.....
giving me energy to succed in life........
feeling every life that is there....... amongst human, animal, and plant....
lying on the ground smelling the cleansed air of sage brush.....and juniper.........
looking at the sky watching the clouds dance by..... ever so slowly.....
as the smell of wet dirt....... blows in my face... feeling the cool wind upon it....... while looking out toward the southwest.... of the horizon..... seeing the orange/yellow/pink horizon.... reminding me of pineapple/orange juice......
with alittle bit of cherry in it...............
standing there at the edge of the mesa......... looking around thinking that this is the best place in the world..........
seeing monument valley....... teec nos pos mountain....... blue mountain.........ute mountain......... and alittle farther past ute mountain you can.......black sheep mountian... one of our four sacred mountain........oh how lonely it is there.........
there is nothing better then "mother's home"........
as i walk back home.........its almost night....... i can hear that the generator has been started for the night........ with the mix of barking dogs at home....... then i see that we have a guest..... its my grandma oldman........ hear her laugh warms me from the inside/out........seeing her twinkle in her eye..... i see a kindred spirit............. as much as loving......... there is no hateful bone in her body......... maybe thats why i love her like i love my grandmother.............. seeing my mom laugh....... i know that she is happy......... as the rest of my family enjoy watching " happy feet".............. while my dad sits at the table doing his crossword puzzle.......with a cup of coffee at his hand..........
as i smell the air i smell the burning of wood that has just started...... along with the swift smell of fresh brewed coffee..........
the laughter of a happy family is my mothers doing...... we each have a peice of her in us...... and the smartness of us is my fathers doing as well as strictness......
the happiness of my family is at "mother's home"........
