Mr. Hudson was his name and he spent the night in my childhood home. He spoke about the Navajo in a way that captivated my 8 year old heart. He told stories of the desert and a people that were mysterious to most of the people in my world. When he left he presented me with an engraved copper bracelet tooled with Navajo symbols. I still have it … somewhere. But that encounter 45 years ago sparked something in me that is hard to describe. I have some sort of connection with Native Americans. It is beyond pure fascination or a romanticized appreciation of a time in history long forgotten. I choose to believe it is a spiritual connection. Something the Creator has forged into my being. I can’t help it and I don’t want to. I choose to work in harmony and in humble partnership with the Creator. This is who I am and what I was made to do.