In Arizona in the 60’s I drove

across a rocky ford in the

Verde River to Dead Horse Ranch

… where I bought fresh milk from the daughter of an Apache Chief. I had great respect for her and she taught me a lot.  Indeed, I am only now realizing some of the things she was trying to tell me.

One hot day she pointed to a small flowering weed and commented that it usually waited until it was taller to put out its flowers, but that it was in a hurry this year to make seeds because it was going to be an early winter.

And the winter did, indeed, come early.

A five-inch plant, without a brain, ‘knew.’

That speaks volumes about wisdom — and about us trying to understand reality with our minds.




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