Gardens, fruit trees, greenhouse, compost pile, a field of bees in the knapweed, ancient buildings with stories to be told, and elders to tell the stories, a beautiful church that inspires a sense of the sacred, and a place to hold our sorrow, grief, worry, and our joy, our family ties.
Air that we only experience in the high desert with land, soil, earth that is red, rocky, chalky, and smells of the plants that live in it - sage, cedar, pinion, Navajo tea, and a dozen different yellow desert flowers.
This is Navajoland and this is Good Shepherd. Welcome to our land and earth, sky, soil, air.