When we were out at my parents house this weekend I took tons of photos, and very random ones. Each time I go out there I'm trying to capture as much as I can, of even very tiny details, so I will always have these photos to remind me of the spirit of their land. It is truly full of so much magic and wander and I don't want to ever forget, as my memory fades.
The photos of the concrete with the names written is are so special. Especially the one of my mothers foot imprint. I remember when she accidentally walked across the concrete when it was just a bit wet, and now her little foot prints are always there. The marble was for my grandfather who had passed away already at the time. My mom wrote my brothers name on it since he wasn't there when it was done. My dad's name is not on it b/c he didn't want to be a part of it. And I added my favorite kitties name at the time, Dylan. These are the little things I don't want to forget. Soon I'm going to go through and take a million photos of the house.
I found my very first skull with antlers on it there that day, and it makes me so happy to know it came from their land. And that amazing tree??? It was the first time I ever noticed it. I found it tucked away in a grove of cedar trees, and it is so fascinating. The huge cactus we planted for my wedding and they were only about a foot wide at the time. Amazing how big they get over the years. The angel up on the hill protects the land. It was so very special to my mom. It was a spot she would go up and sit and think when she needed to be alone. It wasn't until she was going through her cancer treatment and she had her mascectomy on her left breast when she realized the angel has her hand placed over her left breast, and that wing is broken. It was a pretty amazing discovery.
So many moments. So many memories. Good and Bad. Life. Lived. Loved. Lost.