Haunting peace was carried on the wind.

It danced around and within me and floated across the ancient city.

A lone and unknown bird call echoed through the Juniper forest, as watchful eyes pierced my soul from every direction.

I wrapped my knit hood close, keeping the rain-chilled air that dropped 20 degrees within minutes from stinging my neck and ears.

Walking the path that followed the outside wall, which enclosed this vast village, I scanned the now rubble where once stood one of the largest Anasazi settlements within the region.

A village over 800 years old of 420 rooms, 100 kivas, and 14 towers surrounded me and time was bridged between then – the 1200’s – and now, as we became One.

At the Great Kiva I sat to connect, honor, and receive.

Wolf appeared within the fire-lit darkness, becoming the powerful man before me.

Brown skinned, black haired, bright eyed and clad in fur and talismans, Wolf hooded the head of this impressive figure of powerful, primal medicine.

I was privy to this sacred ceremony where the veils of time once again came down and his dance was for me.

A long dark furred cape was offered to me and wrapped around my soul.

I was cloaked in darkness that revealed the true light within.

Visions of pottery pieces flashed in my mind that I was told I would find.

I emerged with direction that led to painted green, white, and fingerprint-etched finds of my clan.

Pieces of my soul once again retrieved within the impressive four-acre ancient city of the 164,000 acres within Canyons of the Ancients.

Deeper embodiment of my thread is enriched with each woven filament that binds me within the collective tapestry.

Sands of time had merged at the neck of the hourglass where the point of power IS.