cycles of life. sadly learning that an uncle has passed away, far up in mountains of Alaska to which my dad & his siblings all then flew to join together. and then attending here a happy celebration of a baby's first laugh (a Navajo/Dine tradition), in which the baby's family & community, also join together.

yesterday we took a long walk up our backyard, to the boulder outcropping that overhangs a canyon, and this time discovered another pottery shard. resting under a tree, sheltered by rocks, it was made, used & broken by a people we call ancient. we looked for the rest, and found none. 

sadness in passing, celebration in laughter, and all the while, time keeps passing. 

today the weather has turned, a cold wind and dark clouds. the hope is for snow, as these mountains & their forests are simply too dry. 

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