My hand brushed along the smooth, stone walls as I climbed and wound through the narrow path.  The rocks almost came alive beneath my caress.  Its heartbeat pulsed through to my core.  They were still here.  Their spirit, their laughter.  Hush so you can listen.  The wind started in the distance, snaking its way to us, whistling through the trees, rustling the leaves in sacred symphony.  The most euphonic of language, understood as you open and allow it to moves through you, permeating the skin, lighting the senses.    Continue reading Colorado’s Mesa Verde ~ Windsong