14 Jun Stillness, Space, and Shamans
Out west of Vega, on one of the private ranches, there's a slight dip in a landscape, summer arid, red soil, scrub mesquite. You've meandered along in an almost hypnotic state, land and sky stretching interminably ahead, but your yellow note pad says it's here somewhere. The subtle incline, the modest sandstone formation. If you're alone, the stillness and space may inhabit you. With friends, voices echo a bit, then disappear. Either way, this seems an unlikely place for water and for the giant cisterns, likely water catchers, which...
