Navajo Nation October 2014

Heading East

RE October 2014

There are many reasons to leave a place, none more desperate than trying to save the life of someone you love. I left C. with Sadie one afternoon with my next door neighbor. I took Sadie to the local no-kill shelter and demanded they take her. I left with them what I had in my savings account, knowing I would later be leaving Arizona with three dogs and a car full of confusion. Lady Macbeth was left in the care of a neighbor. I continue to pray for her safety, as well as the safety of the other dogs on the block: Jack, Black Dog, and the black and white one I met at the dumpster on a regular basis. I also continue to pray for the community. Some days it doesn’t feel like enough, but I don’t know how to fix anything without God anyway. So I prayed.

As we traveled across the United States, we continued to take unknown roads. On our way out of Arizona, I drove us through Navajo Nation. Talk about isolated communities. I am intrigued by how the Nation functions. Individual homes seem to be miles apart, yet I know the Navajo have chapter houses that keep connected across the rez. Dogs run wild and uncared for here, too. I didn’t see as many wandering Indians as I had in Arizona. I did see some very interesting landscape.

I stopped every now and again at schools along the way to inquire if they had any openings. My lack of Arizona certification, my lack of elementary certification, and my dubious wanderings made it unlikely there would be an opening. I didn’t blame them. They have been misled for decades by people with skin the same freckled pattern as mine. Why should they trust a broken-hearted woman who stops along the way, no matter how short-handed they are?

In the northeast corner of Arizona, the land is red. I would like to travel there with someone who knows the geology and the stories. Towering shapes of weather-worn people appear to watch over the road. As the sun set, red dust filled the air, and the road before us was tinted. Along the horizon ran hill upon hill of red stone mountains. The blue-black tarmac ran into those hills. I wondered if we would find ourselves two dimensional as we crested the hill. Kind of like entering a Harry Potter photo – seemingly alive, yet very unreal. We passed in three dimensions. The east side not unlike the west. There are miles and miles of stone people watching over the land. I wonder who they were before they became the landscape.

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