Esther G. Belin – Nov 9, Iyengar II & I

Another desert rat finds her way home.

In the Cycle of the Whirl - Voice Inside

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In the summer of 1993, I worked in Torreon teaching creative writing classes to young people through the Torreon Counseling Services. I was excited to have a job on the rez and the challenge of re-experiencing the place of mystery and good fun. Living there as a grown woman was worlds away from what I remembered as a child.

The population of our little corner of the rez was thriving. HUD housing communities had been built and more were in progress, creating some employment. However, most residents are not permanently employed. A small Thriftway trading store was still the closest source for groceries, gas, and video rentals. As a kid, the land was immense and magical. No matter how much skin and blood I left on mesas and in arroyos, I continued to explore its crevices. That has not changed. The majesty of the land comforts the chaos that seeps down…