
I find myself telling people occasionally that the Piedra Lumbre is my heart place. I'm not entirely sure what that means even. We went to Ghost Ranch a lot when I was a kid, so maybe that childhood association has something to do with it. It is mostly just a feeling I have when I am there... that the place is somehow different and that time doesn't mean anything there among the red rocks and surrounding mesas. I know many tapestry weavers who have woven images of Peternal. I've never been drawn to weaving landscapes myself. All I know is that there is no way I could capture the feeling of the place in a tapestry. It is too silent, too huge, and too personal. I'll leave Georgia's mountain for her... I can't promise I won't climb it again though. But when I'm on the top I'll say a little prayer of thanks to Georgia for being the woman of the Piedra Lumbre that she was.
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