by forrest fenn
Many of the objects in my collection are significant in a very small depiction of world history. Most are more interesting than they are important. Nevertheless, it is necessary for me to remember that each piece represents who we once were in a time that used to be, and that I will never be anything more than its temporary custodian.
America’s ancient western mountains were set aside for silence, except for a constant throaty wind that whispered through the cedar breaks and ponderosas. That was the setting when an Anasazi woman in Northern Arizona cut a 25” leaf of agave of yucca. It was a cactus that grew near her spacious rock-shelter home.
She constantly twisted the leaf as she beat it with a stick against a rock. The process of transforming it into an important part of her sewing kit probably took several hours. Ingenuity was a necessity and she must have hoped that each day she would think of some other kind of useful invention.