Today we celebrated the life of my dear friend’s 98 year old father, a decorated veteran. I learned so much today about service, military honor, and what it means to love to serve. He was one of thousands who survived WWII but I KNEW him my whole life and never asked. As the color guard unfurled the flag taps played beautifully.(Fort Huachuca color guard).Tears rolled down my face as I realized the enormity of what he had done. When Sargent Kelly handed the flag to the family I lost it. I KNEW this beautiful man and never asked. How easy it is for us to never ask? This man always had a smile for me, a scrawny awkward little girl. He was my neighbor, father to my friends, and part of my life.
Some of my family members have served, some even active duty. It is popular to say to veterans”thank you for serving” but just saying it because one is supposed to isn’t enough. Today I FELT it. I felt his sacrifice. His life continued serving others even after he became a civilian. A 98 year old man has a lot to say with his actions if you pay attention. What he said to us is that what is important is family, loving, treating all people with respect. This simple man who I grew up knowing as the neighbor continues to teach beyond his life on this earth. Isn’t that just the kind of person you come across in the Bible?At the end of the service we sang an Irish toasting song, pouring a little of our spirits into a glass for him and then toasting together. I loved that. He would have loved that.
Here’s to you William Leek. Thank you & Well done.
Only 2 years apart, G grew up with his Uncle O with G’s older brother in between. Their mothers provided the three tiny children with a frying pan, some bacon & eggs, and watched as the very young boys climbed the side of the mountain behind their side by side houses. Soon there would be a small glimmer of a fire and the boys made their own breakfast. All day the boys would be immersed in their cowboy existence on that Phoenix mountain. By today’s standards the boys would be considered too young to be making a fire, climbing trails, staying on a mountain all day, shooting 22’s at an imaginary enemy. It is their experience to share and their memories together.
G’s Bronzed Boots from those days.
This week O presented G with a most extraordinary handmade knife. Using an antler and a piece of steel, he forged and polished to such a sharp edge it slices through a piece of paper so easily, sharper than a razor.When someone shares a piece of their artistic soul, their art, you just KNOW that you are holding a piece of their heart in your hand.Thank you Uncle O for such a memorable gift.
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We often travel far to see an ancient site sometimes asking a local for a review only to find that they haven’t even heard of their local attraction. We were surprised until we realized we had done the SAME THING in our hometown. Since our revelation we are determined to explore more sites nearby In fact we had a lot of fun recently at the Signal Hill Petroglyphs located in the Saguaro National Park West just few miles away.
We took a picnic and enjoyed a few little animals and birds. Great place to enjoy a picnic lunch at the well kept covered tables.
Just to the east is an easy path leading to the petroglyphs.
They are said to have been created by the Hohokam people. We stop to to imagine what the artist was trying to convey with these symbols.Looking over the valley from this site I can see how it would have been chosen as a beacon for travelers. I have to say it’s been fun discovering adventure right in our own back yard.
Each February vendors come to Tucson, AZ to exhibit gems, minerals, fossils, boulders, and natural art at the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show.
The logistics of shipping the tremendous amount of heavy rock always amazes me. In just a few weeks tons of material arrive in Tucson. I picture an off-balance washing machine thumping away; except its the earth wobbling from the excess weight.
I have my favorite venues. The Co-Op on Oracle Rd always has a large petrified wood room with different tables on display every year. I highly recommend hugging petrified tree millions of years old whenever one gets a chance.
My favorite room at the Co-Op has Septarian geodes from Utah. I check their room first thing on the first day as they are very popular.
The Co-Op is handicap accessible and always has fossils to see.
We tried the new venue advertised as the “upscale” 22nd street show. Not my type of product but found some interesting art!
These bat coffins are quite interesting. However pants would have been a good idea. I was not prepared to see bat genitalia so early in the morning.
Also proof that someone whacked that Geico lizard. Perhaps now we can stop contemplating why a Gecko selling insurance in the US has a UK accent and has access to Navy aircraft carriers.
In the olden days (I’d say even 10 years ago) there were only a few different venues hosting exhibits. It was easy to see in a couple of days. The fame of the Tucson Gem Show spread and now there are venues all over town.
After the 4th or 5th venue it can feel like repetition, However, treasure may be right around the corner.
I try to buy my supplies from returning vendors to show support to them for coming back each year. Half the fun of the treasure hunt is talking to the vendors and listen to their story. People come from all over the world. There are so many different paths that lead to the Gem Show!
One of the more artistic booths has unique gem inlaid pictures. Every year they exhibit and have a darkened room where the art is illuminated from behind. Impossible to capture the beauty in a photo.
When I tell the exhibitor that ‘this is always one of my favorite booths”, she animatedly responds “Oh do you posses one of our pieces?” I tell her “I wish” as I run my hand over the cool metal and stone.
One of the returning booths only sells Himalayan Salt Lamps. If you see one you want buy it because if you wait to “buy it on the way out so I can take it straight to the car” it the treasure will be gone.
There are miles and miles of beads,
Treasure hunters bring your walking shoes! There is no place like the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show.
Replenishing my supplies: Hopefully enough to get me through 2018. Until the next treasure hunt at least…
Ready to go! Excited to use some of the new product in the projects. Stay tuned to Desertwindsgallery.com
Since I was a young girl I heard about a mysterious sacred cave in the Baboquivari Mountains on the Tohono O’Odham Reservation southwest of Tucson, AZ. I have always been fascinated by the sharp contrast of the Baboquivari Mountain Range against the sky.Rising high above the desert Babo Peak has been written about for centuries as a beacon for those who travel through the valleys. Unfamiliar with the permits required for hiking on the reservation, and not knowing the trails, I searched and found an archaeological tour group heading to I’itoi Cave. I was thrilled to finally climb that famous peak. The archaeologist and guide is Al Dart from Old Pueblo Archaeology . The tour was so well organized and we felt like we were hiking with friends. His knowledge and passion for sharing information exceeded our expectations. Highly recommended for a first look at any area one is interested in exploring! Traveling by SUV for12 miles on an un-maintained road, our group arrived at the Baboquivari Campground Area to find campers taking down a tee pee from the previous night’s birthday celebration. Al was quick to point out that the tee pee is not part of the Tohono O’Odham culture but had been used for this particular ceremony and overnight stay. He went on to describe the history of the area in great detail. Even at this early stage of the tour we could tell this would be a wonderful experience.
The campground area is beautiful and worth exploring. Above us and surrounding us like a giant hug stood Babo Peak. The hike to I’itoi Cave is a little over mile on a trail rated difficult. Fortunately our guide made frequent stops along the trek pointing out both man made and natural wonders along the way. He included reading excerpts of early European explorers during our rest stops.The views are spectacular and unspoiled from this vista. What a perfect day to hike.The cave has a tiny triangular entrance behind an outcropping of rock. It’s a wonder anyone found it at all. It is said I’itoi still lives there as protector of the Tohono O’Odham people. Iitoi is sometimes referred to as “Older Brother”. Some traditions have him entering the cave through a labyrinth and others refer to him as the man in the maze.
We were met by the caretaker/shaman of the Baboquivari Wilderness Area who was waiting by the entrance. He is said to be over 60 and makes the climb three times a week.
He told us stories about I’itoi and Eagle Man who had been sent to earth by the creator. Both of them were tasked with making people so they each set out to make people of different colors. Eagle Man’s people did not survive but I’itoi’s purple people were strong and became the Tohono O’Odham.
When someone asks him the best way to enter/exit the cave, he laughed and said you can go in however you want, but “there’s only one way out, head first, like being born”.
We took turns, 6 at a time went in. G and I waited our turn and watched as each person came out of the cave differently… and yep, we all looked just like a birth. Everyone re-entered the world differently. Some needed assistance to which helpers joked about needing forceps. Other than the occasional awkward exit from the cave, it was quiet and peaceful, everyone speaking softly.The shaman/caretaker was asked why he let non natives enter the cave. More specifically, why he would let Catholic or Christian symbols be placed as offerings. His answer was beautiful. He said he had thought about it many times, and had meditated about it for a long time here in the cave. He said he believes that there is one god, different to the different cultures, but still one. He said their story is similar to a Christian story. They share a flood story, and I’itoi died and rose again. As long as people are respectful, he wants to share this sacred cave with the anyone seeking it’s peace.Finally our turn came. We aren’t allowed to take pictures inside the cave and I can see why. Whether or not one believes in I’itoi as a deity or not, there is a unique reverence entering the darkness. A shaft of light is just enough to see the uneven walls of the cave and shines deep toward the sloping back wall. What lies inside are the prayers, hopes and dreams of those who had come before. I noticed a faint scent of incense as I knelt down to add two little purple flowers that I had brought from home. I gave them my own meaning as I placed them in the fine dust on the floor so they would just catch the corner of the sunbeam. My own experience was energizing kneeling there on the soft dirt. Following the sun I exited out the triangle hole and slid back to the real world.Refreshed we all headed down the mountain to the next stop….Petroglyphs.There is an outcropping of rock on the valley floor peppered with petroglyphsProtected by an overhang they have been here for centuries.Some of the red pictographs are dated at over 5,000 years old. The whiter carved petroglyphs more modern, around 500 years and have Hohokam influence.Some areas had holes used for grinding. A new tradition to toss coins into them as a prediction of future events.As the sun faded to a glorious Arizona sunset it was time to say goodbye.
Renewed and tired we headed back to Tucson holding the Shaman’s words in our heart, we are all one people.
Feeling like I was wasting this beautiful Arizona weather we decided to go for a quick hike today. It almost ended our lives. Oncoming truck swerved out to pass heading for us head on. G slammed on the brakes and swerved and I tell you it was only INCHES away. The car he was passing had faces of shock, we were shocked too. We talked about it way too much as neither of us could believe we are still alive. I think it is a perfect metaphor for the beginning of 2018. Hang on it’s going to be a hell of a ride!