Got the camera back!
Angie and I went to explore the Homolovi 1 Ruins today. Something interesting about the Hopi as opposed to other Native American tribes, they believe that there is an inherent goodness in white people, and that they emerged with them, alongside them, from the underworld.
The stones and potsherds left behind here are now considered part of the land by the Hopis, and are believed are part of the path that the “Bahana” or white man will follow to return to the Hopi.
These ancient remains of Hopi life, dating back to the 14th century, remind us of a quieter, more simple and peaceful time.
There are several ancient puebloan villages in Homolovi State Park, and this is what this one village looked like.
Homolovi means “Land of Little Hills” in Hopi. Each village that had been excavated by archaeologists (alongside Hopis), has been covered with a black fabric barrier and then filled in again with dirt. One portion is usually left uncovered for visitors to see and experience close up.
This village lies on the bank of the Little Colorado River, which runs northwest into the Colorado River.
The Hopis consider these lands sacred. What a thrill it is to walk the trail over these ruins and see and feel that ancient life up close. (see the face?)
Outlines of structures still can be seen.
The detail and workmanship that endures is mind blowing….
…through rain and wind and hot, hot sun…
oh the stories they tell…
…about what they were used for, what they held, how they were made and about the people who used them…
…each brush stroke has a story to tell…
…if one did not slow down enough to take the time to look closely and feel, they might miss them…
…from far away they might just look like debris, but they are so much more than that.
Shhhhhh… now be quiet and listen…. do you hear them? They have something important to say to you…
Nice!