DANCE OF ETERNITY
The adjective that best describes the people who live in the vast expanse of the Sun, sand and silence that we know as the land of the Hopi and Diné (Navajo) is "patience". Time has neither beginning nor end for them. It is not a few days of light squeezed in between walls of darkness, hurried moments of consciousness like a fever to take possession of one and fill one's head with torment. Time, for them, is all the yesterdays, all the todays, all the tomorrows that flow like a great river from nowhere to everywhere and return. There is no stopping the river. It flows on and on and with it flow the tears, hopes, joys and heartaches that are the fabric of living woven into a man's life for man is part of the river and its course is his journey.
Special edition print on 65lb cardstock paper.
Packaged in protective plastic sleeve and backboard or rolled up in a tube if larger.
The adjective that best describes the people who live in the vast expanse of the Sun, sand and silence that we know as the land of the Hopi and Diné (Navajo) is "patience". Time has neither beginning nor end for them. It is not a few days of light squeezed in between walls of darkness, hurried moments of consciousness like a fever to take possession of one and fill one's head with torment. Time, for them, is all the yesterdays, all the todays, all the tomorrows that flow like a great river from nowhere to everywhere and return. There is no stopping the river. It flows on and on and with it flow the tears, hopes, joys and heartaches that are the fabric of living woven into a man's life for man is part of the river and its course is his journey.
Special edition print on 65lb cardstock paper.
Packaged in protective plastic sleeve and backboard or rolled up in a tube if larger.
The adjective that best describes the people who live in the vast expanse of the Sun, sand and silence that we know as the land of the Hopi and Diné (Navajo) is "patience". Time has neither beginning nor end for them. It is not a few days of light squeezed in between walls of darkness, hurried moments of consciousness like a fever to take possession of one and fill one's head with torment. Time, for them, is all the yesterdays, all the todays, all the tomorrows that flow like a great river from nowhere to everywhere and return. There is no stopping the river. It flows on and on and with it flow the tears, hopes, joys and heartaches that are the fabric of living woven into a man's life for man is part of the river and its course is his journey.
Special edition print on 65lb cardstock paper.
Packaged in protective plastic sleeve and backboard or rolled up in a tube if larger.