A new journey...

It seems that before me is a new journey, with new places and new faces to see and meet.  Kayenta, Deennihotso, Tuba City, Flagstaff, Gallup, Window Rock, Ft. Definace, and so many more... and that is just in Dine Bikeyah.  While my beloved commits himself to the training of the youth, shall I commit myself to raising awareness of the needs of natives in ministry?  What good will it be to train the youth, if all they can do once trained is sit and warm a pew?  Things have got to change...

Morria, who is she?

Morria the quiet one sitting in the shadows typing.  Just who is she?  Her name means "strong in bitter sorrow" or "dark queen", yet she knows not if she is either.  She knows more of the history of history and missions, than she does of sitting in a room conversing with others.  She is mixture of cultures; a stranger even among her friends...

She dwells in Kilinidi, on the western Mogollon Rim, in the San Franciscan Peaks, during the week, and in the shadow of Black Mesa on the edge of Monument Valley, come weekends.  No where is truly her home, though Dine Bikeyah, is more so than anywhere else has ever been.  There she can help others with the Love of Christ.

Morria is a writer, a thinker, and an artist.  Once she was a dreamer, but now she fears to dream...least they be dashed again.  Yet, a glimmer of a dream is creeping over the horizon; so may haps, dreams they shall awake again...

Just who is Morria?  That is a search...