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By "divine design" humans have had a need and a desire to tell their story Our early ancestors painted scenes on cave walls- in the Old World while Native American chiseled pictographs on canyon walls in the Americas Today we are still trying­ to tell our story Even with our communication skills and technology we yearn for a deeper way - a language that communicates to the soul In some there is a gift; an inner voice IT can be heard in the language of music,art,sculpturing even poetry and when mastered what they can create is "a masterpiece" even if only to themselves I too hear It -at times and choose to ignore It At other times It screams and then It -takes over my life until it is created So we try to create what is felt and heard But even at our best {while here} it will always be AN UNFINISHED LIFE

Native of Tenn. Married HS sweetheart and father of four children Opened up one of the first head shops in the state of TN- in the sixties A convert to the LDS Church Love being in Wind River Mt. Country of Wyoming or Canyon Lands of Utah; with my daughters or grandchildren I'm often asked about my first name- It is Native Am and means "one who wanders about the land" My 8"' GGM was Cherokee of the fifth tribe Her name was Denta Writing helps me to feel what I cannot touch To understand a voice that speaks but cannot be heard Words helps me to almost have what I will never hold And its language tries to capture- what holds me hostage here