Rio Grande
Photo by Stephanie Klepacki on Unsplash
She is beloved – everyone speaks her name. She is alive – both in the landscape and in the dreams of those who call this place home. There are poems written for her. Songs sang to and about her. Stories embedded in offerings placed into her arms.
But she is changing. Her seasonal cycles of advancing and retreating have become longer and more dramatic.
I stood by her side. I listened to her voice. Yet I will never know her the way they know her. She is as deeply of part of them as they are a part of her.