Sunstones

Just got back from Oregon and had my love of rocks sparked and revitalized.

Charles, a man I know from the Apache Nation, once told me that once the stones get in your blood, you’re hooked for life.

Not sure they are that strongly in my blood. I definitely didn’t feel the drive of my comrades in rocks up there who truly loved spending the day in the blazing hot sun digging for sunstones. But I admired them. And I liked following them around, taking pictures, asking questions. I liked picking shiny things up off the ground. And I loved that I sifted through a couple shovels full of dirt and found a beautiful, scintillating stone.

I do believe that life will take you where you need to go if you don’t resist and I know I’m where I need to be right now. I’m surrounded by rocks, in the heart of gem country, a place where there is more to learn all the time.

I’m alone, but no longer lonely. For the first time, I’m learning who I am and it isn’t who I thought I was.