Tattered Past

Tattered Past: My ongoing journey through genealogy, history, writing, self-exploration and art. ~~~ Rita Ackerman

Monday, December 17, 2012

Walking In The Rain

A couple of weeks ago I sent worry stones to each of the grandsons. Alex is carrying his in his pocket and loves the calming effect. Brendan is using his as a 'treasure' and keeps it in the 'treasure box' I made for him a couple of years ago.

Jessica was a little afraid Alex would loose his so I told her we would get more. Saturday, even though it was raining off and on all day and rather cold, our first hint of winter here in Phoenix, Doug and I headed to Old Scottsdale to find some worry stones.

It was wonderful. Walking up and down the streets in jackets and knit caps, dodging raindrops, and popping in and out of stores if something caught our eye was reminiscent of shopping in the downtown area of my home town in Kansas. It felt wonderful and I actually picked up some Christmas spirit.

One shop owner invited me in his jewelry shop to meet a lady from Canada who was browsing his store. (I was kind of hovering by the door waiting for Doug to get out of the car.)  I told him I needed worry stones and he made some suggestions on where to find them.

I thanked him and we headed for the Mexican Store, where we were headed anyway.

This is a marvelous over-stuffed store where you can find all kinds of things. It has been on this spot for years and always seems to be busy.
I bought seven worry stones, one in the shape of a heart, which I'm keeping for myself.
Since we were enjoying the day so much we roamed around through some more shops and Doug found himself a tee-shirt that says something like:
"If a man makes a statement in the middle of the desert and his wife isn't around is he still wrong."
I said "YES!"
I later told him I was going to write that on the bottom, but of course I wouldn't. (or would I?)
 Across the street was this marvelous display of yard art.

I want to get a bunch of the sunflowers to put along our back fence. 
Across the street from that was more sculptures and the marvelous little pathway that begged to be explored (but not in the rain.)

Sometimes we forget the most wonderful places are right in our own back yard.
Or that the best memories come from taking the time to walk in the rain.


  1. What a wonderful time! I'm reading a book called The Artists Way by Julia Cameron mostly to keep myself from becoming blocked with my artwork you might enjoy too if you haven't already. She suggests Artists Dates doing activities similar to your day here but alone. I haven't quite mustered the ability to go it alone yet. Everything seems more fun with someone else along.

    1. Yes. I've read this a couple of times. I do the morning pages most every day. I have my own way of doing artists dates. I go somewhere and write or take my camera out and about. Works for me.

  2. Rita, do you remember when the Mexican Imports shop was called The Basket House? They had every kind and size and shape of basket imaginable, and some beyond imagination. They also had rows and rows of shells and sea glass, sea horses, starfish, etc. When I was little and Scottsdale had dirt roads and hitching posts that were actually used to tie horses to, I could spend hours in there just looking and looking. I think it was still The Basket House through the mid-70's, so it wasn't before you moved to the valley. Also, the middle picture with the brick pathway in front of Bischoff's--I was wondering if you'd let me use that in an art journal? Pretty please? XOXO

    1. I think I do remember it as the Basket House although there are still so many things hanging around, including baskets, I'm not sure of the memory. I don't remember the sea glass. Wish I could find some of that somewhere now. I want to see what you did with the photo. lol


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