The trek continues. The plaintive whisperings of the ancestors are carried on the winds through the jagged canyons, echoing times past; culminating in bright lights, clanging bells and the glint of silver. Onward we climb. Huge furnaces belch smoke and steam into the azur skies. Precious ores are ripped from Mother earths core and stripped from her rocky crests. Lonely green sentinels perch atop mountain peaks, their prickly arms raised to the sky, in invitation to the desert valley below. Finally, in the distance, the fabled bird rising from the ashes, appears, and spreads her wings. The journey ends to welcoming smiles, laughter, open arms and the excited chatter of the little ones. We are here. We are together. Life is good.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 14:21:18 +0000
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