“Where the Sun Greets the Earth”

At the edge of the mesa, where the sun rises like a prayer answered, the sacred pole stands—wrapped in stories woven by hand and heart. Every bead, feather, and thread speaks of ancestors who walked this land when the sky was younger and the stars still whispered.

This is no ordinary post. It is a marker of time, of ceremony, of connection. The circular beadwork represents the eternal cycle—the sun’s journey, the seasons, the lifeblood of the people. Feathers of the sky messengers sway in the breeze, carrying hopes upward. The land stretches beyond in every direction, golden and quiet, holding memories in its stillness.

This is where the earth listens, and where the people remember who they are. Where the Creator's light meets the sacred ground—and the spirit knows its way home.