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Desert Wind

Alone on the deserted highway, with Joshua trees on both sides, in my little red convertible Miata I cruised towards the sunrise. The wind blew the warm desert air against my cheeks. Occasionally I dodged for rolling tumbleweeds, which, as a kid, I had only seen in cowboy movies. Lots of wild life in the early mornings, mostly cotton tail rabbits, dozens of them, stretching and bathing along the roads.

There were times when I had to stop to get out of the car and walk the desert just to be among these living creatures and to feel the sand beneath my feet. Blessed to be alive and experience such vastness. The wind stirred and stirred and nothing ever remained in the same place as before. Wind in my face. Wind in my hair. Always the wind.

The desert night was crisp and clear, with brilliant stars covered by no obstacles. The wind stirred the sand and the desert creatures even more at night it seems. The bright desert moon strangely called out this being in me, the silent being that I am. I’m not alone, somewhere a coyote hears his calling too. He, like me, longs and yearns for something unknown. Be still. Listen, and you can hear the wind, whistling, stirring... Listen, and you can hear the footsteps of the lone coyote walking, stepping up the steep rocks of the close by canyon. Listen, and you can almost hear him breathe as he made his way to the top. Listen, and you can hear him along with the wind, howling, howling, howling at the full desert moon...

Always the wind.

These are the images. These are the inspirations.

Here in the city, alone in my studio when the night is still, I sit quietly looking at the stones, listening and waiting for that desert wind to stir.

I don’t always know the name of the stones. I identify them by their beauty and character. Each stone is unique in its own way, and each is a piece of art. I take my time feeling them with my fingers, my mind filled with images of where they’ve been and how their paths and adventures had brought them into my hands. Sometimes I stare at a rock for hours seeing designs and possibilities. It takes a long time for me to work through each piece, savoring that wonderful feeling of creating something unique. I’m really just bringing out their natural beauty and I make a point to keep my pieces simple and elegant.

Each piece of jewelry is done from the heart and sometimes difficult to part. I hope you enjoy wearing them as much as I enjoy making them. I hope they continue their adventures, travelling with you where you go, down the street, to a party, to work, or Colorado, Alaska, Spain, Australia, France...carrying that desert wind with them.

- Theresa Le 01/14/06

Mother Theresa

“If we worry too much about ourselves, we won’t have time for others.“ -Mother Theresa

“There is much suffering in the world - physical, material, mental. The suffering of some can be blamed on the greed of others. The material and physical suffering is suffering from hunger, from homelessness, from all kinds of diseases. But the greatest suffering is being lonely, feeling unloved, having no one. I have come more and more to realize that it is being unwanted that is the worst disease that any human being can ever experience.” -Mother Theresa