Writing . . . just words

A writer never writes but merely puts art into words, emotions into sentences, and senses into punctuations. No boundaries, no conflicts, no conformity nor slumber nor slacking . . . just words . . . just words . . .

Friday, July 29, 2011

Navajo Nation is a pretty neat place

The language spoken by the Navajo is quite interesting and beautiful. When one first hears a foreign tongue his/her thoughts are taken to a science fiction dream. One thinks of aliens from another planet. But when one listens carefully he/she can really feel the rhythm, the emotion, and the depth of the language being spoken. There are so many things that make a language much more than just words that are spoken for the sole purpose of communicating. The language of the Navajo is not smooth like Spanish. It is not rough like Russian either. It sounds like a beating drum with an occasional squeak from the wind.
I have spent the past two weeks with my mom on an Indian Reservation in Arizona. The skies are endless and beautiful. The land is very dry and seems barren. I love it here. There is always something to look at. The colors are much different than the colors back home in Georgia. The whole reason I love home is because it is green. And green has been my favorite color for as long as I can remember because I have always preferred to be out doors than inside watching t.v. Now I can say that I have a new appreciation for the colors God has put out here. I love the way shadows form on a rock or a canyon. It's just beautiful how God has sculpted the land here. I hope to one day come back here because I truly love this place. Soon, though, I will be back in Virginia battling my second year at Liberty University with some amazing friends and hopefully new friends.

Jeremiah 29:11

New International Version (NIV)
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

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