hogan hozhoni ♥︎

all days come to an end. all suns sink when it is time. & this day as the big annular red sun sinks beneath the sheer red walls of moab. the red barranca looming high, steep. protecting the winding road. & so we continue. through this land. but in the dark now. the full moon comes up & the outline of Gods architecture reminds us we are missing out without the sun. we love the moon too. with our amigo in mind. knowing she is waiting. waiting for us by the gate of the hogan hozhoni. we are coming tianna josephine. as hastily as possible. the miles tick by. sluggishly. & then it's here. the long building. the hogan hozhoni. the home of so many precious souls. & arms tight around my favourite tanjo. the tears running down my cheeks. with so much happy. happy wonder of this moment. we get the guest house. a lucky quartet we are. it's a cozy atmosphere & we fall into clean. beds of comfort. we talk late into the night. me & tanjo. when a soul loves another. being apart for too long. causes a lengthy list of catching up. holding hands we whisper. till the lashes close & the room is quiet. the morning arises & with it comes felicity. a deep tingling joy. knowing the day holds many memories that you will hold & treasure. in the very center of your young heart. we eat toast & coffee. we start days the right way in this hozhoni. & holding hands we walk to the maine building. curious & excited. beautiful souls come forward to meet us. tanjos sisters. i was glad to meet them. she must have such fun. & the children. my heart my heart. the thick black hair. big black eyes. high cheekbones. rosy through dark skin. & their smiles. reaching straight into your heart & touching you. bringing tears & connecting souls. & with two short hands. they take you. & you are theirs. & smiling into each others eyes you don't let go. until you have to. we say bye to them. & drive to canyon de chelly. & we spend the next couple hours, standing. in awe. at or creator. the amazing cliffs. dropping @ some places near 800 feet. the red contrasting with blue sky. the ruins scattered amidst the floor of the canyon. & the odd hogan. the spider rock shooting out of the ground & reaching for the clouds. a skinny rock sticking 700 feet up & nothing holding it upright. balancing. like a pen stuck into the rusty dirt. & taking one last look, we walk back through the cactus & grass. the authentic navajo fry bread waiting for us @ the junction. too full. much too full. no regrets. so delicious. forever in my heart canyon de chelly. my head on tanjos shoulder i accidentally fall asleep. the drive too long. the sun too warm. entering back into the town of window rock i awaken. & they point. then the window rock. the arch raising high & watching over the town. we look long & then continue back to the hogan hozhoni. home of many beautiful souls. & dropping tiana josephine off we hug. & we hug again. we have to leave now but we will be back. we leave pieces of our hearts. & they will forever be watching this hozhoni. God will hold you. Navajos of the nation. & you will be blessed.

forever in my heart.

he shines his sun for you.

reflecting his love through you & into the hungry souls.

& drinking up the kindness you offer, they thank you,

with this gift of happiness. joy. and love. this is important.

the mountains are still watching- ginger