Trying To Walk In Beauty

One of my fondest memories was during the summer time when all the mud was taken off from the inside and outside of our hogan. The sweet intoxicating smell of Mother Earth calmed my senses like no other as it floods my memory with long summer nights spent beneath the stars when everything was as they should be. Everyone had to help, no one was left out, even my family who only stopped by for a visit. And who wouldn’t want to, we got to play around in mud and with mud. The grown-ups were slipping and sliding around while we, kids had mud fights while stealing licks of sand. So much laughter and silliness filled our home on those days. Whatever melancholy that existed in our hogan was released through the cracks and openings of the logs. Once the chunks of sand were cleaned out of our hogan, new sand was brought in along with water and that was when all the fun began.