It rained during the night last night - so hard that it woke me up. I enjoyed the sound so much that it took awhile to remember that I wasn't home but still in the desert.
Rain always seems like an "event" here to me. Living in the desert seems so foreign. I know there are many that love it, and I can appreciate that. It is just not in my make- up to live here permanently.
So home I go, having met some wonderful people, learned new beading techniques, discovered some truly healing properties of amethyst, and appreciated several new cultures.
I wonder if any of this will eventually find its way into one of my baskets?? Maybe the layers of rock - the cactus - the sunsets?