By some estimates these dwellings have been here for more than 4000 years. Horses were unknown in North America when these pueblo homes were carved high in the walls of the rock canyon; the original Athabaskan immigrants walked here from the far north end of the continent.
I'm reminded by this site and this Knight when you are just one more faceless soldier in the fray it doesn't matter much what the history books say, what manners is how you live your life, today. I'm going to step out on my deck, turn my face to the ageless sky and imagine I'm just part of the hot western winds of the Colorado Plateau Teysi, blowing through time. The Knight and I, having looked backward, now face our day.
"The wind whips through the canyons of the American Southwest, and there is no one to hear it but us. A reminder of the 40,000 generations of thinking men and women who preceded us, about whom we know almost nothing." ~ Carl Sagan 1934-1996
Tarot opened previously closed doors to my own heart with it's merciless quest for the truth, nothing but the truth. They flay the soul and make me say thank you afterward. Each hour spent with my cards is a new lesson to be learned. Viva la Journey.