NAVAJO RUGS & DREAMS by Mary Jo Heyen
One evening sitting in my midnight loft, I was gazing quietly at one of our Navajo rugs and feeling how analogous they are to our dreams...
DREAMING OF THE WOLF by Leigh Randolph
I see an adolescent girl from behind; long legs and shorts. She turns toward me and has the head and mane of a wolf. She is beautiful, magnificent, real.