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