Posted by on Oct 17, 2011 in Photographs, Sacred Experiences | 0 comments

I stood entranced as he wove stories handed down from one keeper of the history to another. He was from a long line of tellers of the mystical truths of his people. The myths he painted with his words made the sacredness of the past palpable in the air. I was not alone; all of us listened with rapt attention as he wrapped us in the magic of his words. The past became alive as he meant for it to be. His hands moved with such grace; his eyes sparkled with deep remembrance, as he retold the stories of ancient wisdom for all of us to partake.

~Cathy Chapman

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