Small Towns and Indigenous Communities

It was a quiet morning in the middle of the summer. All mornings were quiet in this small, desertic town. The only difference at what time when birds would begin singing. On a rock, a lizard stood very still, soaking in the sun pleasantly. The lizard’s appearance seems to bring together different ancient living inanimate and animate species: animals, since it resembles a beast or saveblogcontentimage_1115915b-7874-4819-9883-8a2271ca0d61a dinosaur; plantae, because it resembles a green twig; and mineral, for the skin looks as if made of copper.

Still and erected, the lizard resembles a small Egyptian deity carved thoroughly, from the triangle of its head and its twinkling eyes to the legs and feet, including its serpentine body and tail, extending in a curve. This whip-like appendix will, in case of danger and if caught by it, be cut loose in a heartbeat, to ensure survival.

The reflection from the Sun painted marvelous colors upon the lizard’s skin. The Sun seemed to stare back at the lizard, like a work of art by a magical artist. Contemplating this wondrous creature whose ancestors have inhabited this land for several centuries, a legend about the “emerald lizard” might come to mind, told and passed down generations of Native Americans that lived in this territory where this small town was founded to offer housing to mine workers, some 200 years ago.

Once upon a time there lived a shaman at the foot of a canyon nearby who shared shelter with other innocent creatures of this Earth and people from all over the region came to confide him their tribulations. On a morning like this, came to him one needy native to ask for something to appease the hunger his wife and children were suffering from. The shaman was walking the trail back to his shelter, when the anguished voice reached his ears.