Dancing with the Soil and the Sun

Birds, earth, river, fire, sunlight, seeds, hands, feet. These are my new tools and new teachers. Here, in Taos Pueblo, the TV sits covered in dust and the bed goes unmade. There isn't time to make the house picture perfect, isn't time to wipe the dirt from my boots as I come to drink water from my mason jar which sits on the counter covered with dirty dishes to be washed... Later. The peas need to be planted. The chickens need their scratch scattered on the ground. The sun and I race to be the first to hit the dirt. No time, no time, no time...