An explanation: The leaves turned, their reds peppering the valley; what remained of the sun pierced through them. Fall gently came in, the days continuing in warmth. One could only feel the approaching chill of early winter in the shadows of the canyon once the sun went down or early in the morning when the sage held onto the night's frosty bite. It floated in, real gentle, like on a breeze through the screen of my opened window. Softer than a whisper, the fall rustling carried this idea to me. And with change set in motion by the seasonal weather, every solstice bringing with it new winds, there in my life remained a constant and a catalyst for all my curiosity, my creations and endeavors. This notion of legacy has hidden itself within me until late, creeping slowly exposing itself within me.
I find incredible interest in the former lives of my foremothers and forefathers in hopes that I can bring the part of them that is me back to this world; not only for myself and the connection I have to them, but for my children and the chance that one day they question themselves and the truth of their heritage.
Is it not unlike humans to search for and find themselves in those that came before them and define their legacy for those that come after them?
This is my attempt: to define my legacy. Who I am, where I came from, and what I intend to pass along.
