We listened to the story, and since that time we have told the story many times ourselves. Decades later, those particular rocks hold the haunting and lasting memory of a little baby girl. This land that may seem arid and forlorn to the newcomer is full of stories which hold the spirits of the people, those who live here today and those who lived centuries and other worlds ago. The nondescript rocks are not that at all, but rather a lasting and loving tribute to the death of a baby and the continuing memory of her family. Being born is not the beginning.
Life begins months before the time of birth.
Inside the mother, the baby floats in warm fluid. She will not cut meat or take part in the killing of food. Navajo babies were always protected in these ways. The baby is born and cries out loud, and the mother murmurs and nurtures the baby. A pinch of pollen on the baby's tongue for strong lungs and steady growth.