My avatar is a little book in itself.
The Pala Reservation`in a tree that
jutted out over a rocky cliff face
some 600-700 ft above the ground.
My given Navajo name came to me again in the Golden Eagle Nest…
AS I was about to lower the eaglet down to
the raptor research team to weigh and measure…
My adoptive Navajo mother gave me a name I could not pronounce and she
shortened it to Yellow Bird. The Golden Eagle that Circled the Sun
brining its’ warmth back to
her heart on earth.`
My Grandmother was—- Cherokee —-
I actually started weeping in making this reply…
~~~ THANK YOU GOD ! for breaking my heart !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!….
~~ And keeping it soft and supple..(smile)