I am a dreamer to my core; it is just who I am.That is simultaneously a curse and a blessing.I recognize how things are but imagine them to be better.There is no place better to do that than Mesa VerdeMy first visit there seemed almost spiritual.I could almost see my ancestors living their daily lives.How they got there no one really knows.Why they left is pretty much the same.The stone and adobe walls they built are still there.I touched them and dreamed I was among them.In their isolation they lived in peaceful harmony with nature.But that is kinda the Native … Continue reading Painting with Words – Mesa Verde