I find myself here about once a decade- give or take-
Standing quietly on this Holy Ground.
This place with quaking aspen leaves,
With air that is permeated by green chile and roasting pinon.
I come here to be still,
to listen for that small voice.
I come here to rub my hands in the brown earth of the Sangre de Cristos-
earth credited for healing many.
As I rub the dirt through my hands I pray
for the blessing of being allowed to heal others
-for that is what I do.
I pray
for the blessing of healing for myself
-for that is what I need.
I pray
for the blessing to love and to create
-for that is who I am.