It is one of the many volcanoes that dot the lands of northern Arizona. The Stewart
volcano rises more than 30 stories up into the sky; its sides are slippery volcanic
sands. But it is worth the climb.
To the east of Stewart volcano is the rising sun, to the west is where the sun sets
over the San Francisco peaks, home of ‘katsina’ sky beings.
Three days after this dance, a freak blizzard dumped 12 inches of snow on this volcano.
The ‘Old Ones’ are powerful.
I dance on the peaks and in the heart of volcanoes,
I sing of the sky and the earth and the people.
I am of the ‘Native Sons’.
I am the most fortunate man I know.
Northern Arizona has many volcanoes scattered through the countryside.
As the caldera of the volcano reaches deep into the heart of Mother Earth, so the
peaks of the volcano reach upwards to the heights of Father Sky.
I danced on the peak of Mount Sheba as the Wind rushed at me at 75 mph. The Wind
is my brother, he wants to play with me, and he wants to challenge me.
My steps were difficult, my song was hard to hear. But I danced and I sang.
I am a fortunate man, I can play and I can dance in the world of the Wind and the
Thank you, Grandfather, for giving me the Teachings...
Thank you, ‘Old Ones’, for showing me your footprints...