To the Flea Market...

Selling at the Flea Market tomorrow, trying to make some money to keep us going at the outpost.  Gas, Food, and More...
Living out in the desert is not easy, but it is so worth it.  I make soaps, metal jewelry, and upcycled clothing.  Robby, he makes hemp jewelry and does photography.  That along with odd jobs keeps us afloat, along with our ministry support.   Tis not a life most would chose, but to be honest... neither of us are at home at any other kind of life anymore...

~ Morria, Out!

Writing Letters...

Writing letters home is always interesting.  It is always surprising who replies and doesn't.  Yet it is fun to express the joys and struggles living deep on the rez presents to us.  So much joy... so much struggle.

~ Morria, out!

How do you decide?

We were offered a chance to move back to Dine Bikeyah... to live among the people we love.  Not sure about the pastor or the church, but it is a chance to return to our beloved Dine Bikeyah.  How does one decide?  How does one know for sure what lays before them?  So much to think, so much to figure out.  One thing remains for sure.  These Desert Gypsies have got to get home...

~ Morria, Out!

Sorrow and Loss

Sorrow has come to our dwellings...

A young man close to our family was killed in a horrid accident.

He was like a shadow to my husband.

A young man of a great mind.

He shall be greatly missed.

So young, for his flame to go out.

'Tis time to sing the songs of sorrow about our dwellings.  

The time of morning has come again.

~ Morria, Out!

The Backstory!

How did this journey to and in the southwest begin?  To be honest, I am not 100% sure.  I know I feel in love with the southwest fairly young, and by the time I was 16, I was longing and planing to live out here.  Then the dark time, the ill time came.  From age 17 to 23, most of the time I was either seriously ill or struggling with depression from the death of those who had been close to me.  Due to the illness, I thought I would not be able to live in the heat.  Then on a trip with friends, I learned it was not the heat that was an issue... it was the humidity.  That made the desert southwest a possible retreat and even maybe a home.  Then he entered my life, my Robby... and the world began to move.

Wichita, Cincinnati, Knoxville, Gallup, Chicago, Corbin, Flagstaff, Kenyatta, Thoreau, Denver, and Keavy. 5 years, 11 cities, and many journeys in between since our marriage.  It was in Chicago that we realized we were not city dwellers, and the month in Denver confirmed it.  Desert dwellers we are, and Desert Gypsies we became.

~ Morria, the Desert Gyspy

Rain...

Rain has come to the desert.  Not just rain, monsoon rains.  It is life for this dry land.  Gardens will grow.  Flowers will bloom.  Navajo Tea will be ready to pick.  I love the storms.  It is so refreshing after months of wind and sand storms.  True, one now much watch for flash floods, and the arroyos will be filling, meaning sheep and animals must be brought up to high grounds.  It also mean the rain barrels and cisterns will fill at last.


The good news is, while we are still technically in a drought, this monsoon season is bring improvement to it.  This Desert Gypsy Gal is very thankful, and prays that soon this drought will pass at long last!

~ Morria, the Desert Gypsy