now is the turning to the east. i take the lessons of the western mesas, the pinon, the stark rock faces reaching toward the tree line of the sandias, the san juans, the jemez, and travel toward my roots in the appalachians. i know that even though i am not born of the western tribes, that i am dineh in my heart. "The Master observes the world, but trustshis inner vision. He allows things to come and go. His heart is open as the sky." so mote it be.