Fire

ImageA woman can’t survive by her own breath alone. She must know the voices of the mountains. She must recognize the foreverness of blue sky. She must flow with the elusive bodies of night wind woman who will take her into her own self. Look at me! I am not a separate woman. I am a continuance of blue sky. I am the throat of the Sandia Mountains. I am a night wind woman.
-Joy Harjo