I have been searching for the material for my next book. The first subject to write about was such a clear direction that it has been hard to focus with clarity on a new subject. While on a photography shoot in Big Bend National Park, the creative inspiration swept over me with a new passion. Meditating amongst the vast baroness of the dry parched land, in sharp contrast to the towering peaks of the Chiso's Mountains, I would write about the paths which I could see from the eroding earty from the wind or water. The Rio Grande river makes its way through the canyon over the same path for eons. There may be a slight change in the path but there is noting to deter it from its accomplished pathway to the Gulf of Mexico. My life has also had many turns and side steps, but the lessons in my life have always found a way to present themselves. While at Big Bend, I met a man who had a cap on with the writing "Ceremony People" stitched on the front. I connected with the words. I am native American by birth. Because I am adopted, I had no knowledge about this until after I searched and found my biological roots. The connection between the biological roots of a ceremony peoples and the Episcopal faith in which I was raised, emphasized that the living in a spiritual ceremony was my destiny. Change in environment was not able to alter the path of my evolving Spirituality.