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What breaks the mourning open for me? It shines through my connections, my friends, my kin Some who are human, and some who are not. I soar in the sea, glide stealthily among sea turtles Swoop over snowpack, eagle shushing, Lazing lizard-like on warm boulders amid frigid rivers Slurping oysters gathered fresh from moist sand. I am lifted by the courageous uprising of women, and girls, And of the emerging voice of the feminine within us all. And I keep feeling strengthened by my kinship with the land, With the high desert hills of Northern New Mexico, Her mountains first called to me twenty-some years ago, And we’ve barely stopped talking, since. We gather to imagine what’s next for Bioneers’ place with people named Regenesis. To envision a future, they began with an ancient past, A time when our desert landscape was submerged, underneath a shallow sea. Then took us travelling through a time when the Galisteo basin was verdant and lush, with 40,000 Anasazi people living, loving and farming there. We sit, they said, on an alluvial fan, A place where the mountains meet the plains, A place where a riverbed splays, opening her legs to a widened basin, A place where a great open hand of sand forms, To mark the fertile zone where two ecosystems meet. We dream the past forward, envision cultivating gardens, planting orchards, restoring the river, reclaiming the flyways.