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Storyteller
"The story teller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice;
His job is to shed light, and not to master."
- Robert Hunter
In June, my husband and I took a three week trip to California. On the way there and back, we camped at Freemont Indian State Park in Utah. We were able to stay in one of their tipis, a wonderful experience. At night, the wind came in waves through the canyon; you could hear it approaching before it hit the tipi, causing the poles to creak in a rhythmic dance. Sitting by our campfire, with the flames casting undulating shadows in the trees, we felt the presence of all those who came before us.
In the morning, we hiked up the sandstone canyon, into narrow openings in the walls, where the air was cool and still. We hiked along trails that led to petroglyphs inscribed over 11,000 years ago by the ancient peoples who called this area home.
There is something amazing about touching the rocks and feeling the indentations of the pictures. Animals that looked like bighorn sheep, deer and dogs. Human like figures. To think that these messages from 11,000 years ago have withstood the battering of elements is really mind-blowing. I felt, standing there, that in some incomprehensible way, those ancient people remain with us, not as the past, but here, in the present. To those that will listen, they have a message.
