Wandering Into the West

The Journey Behind the Teardrop Turquoise Ring

*There are places in the world where time moves differently—

slower, warmer, almost sacred.*

For me, that place has always been
the American West.

The story of this Teardrop Turquoise Journey Ring didn’t begin in a studio,
nor on a neatly organized desk.
It began somewhere between:

• the glowing desert horizon,

• the wind brushing across dry grass,

• and the quiet moment when the sun melted into the ocean
  after a long day on the road.

This ring is a memory.
A road.
A lesson.
A tiny, wearable piece of the wandering spirit.

✧ The Road That Led to the Design

I had been on the move for weeks—
passing dusty highways, sleepy towns, cactus fields,
and sunsets that painted the open land gold.

Then came the evening that changed everything.

I sat on a piece of driftwood near the ocean,
backpack tossed aside, boots covered in sand.
The desert met the sea in a way I had never seen—
two wild landscapes touching, neither asking permission.

In my palm rested a raw turquoise stone
I had bought earlier in a small trading post.
Cool. Heavy. Beautifully imperfect.
Its matrix lines looked like ancient cracks in the earth.

That stone became
the heart of this ring.

What I Wanted This Ring to Feel Like

I didn’t want delicacy.
I didn’t want perfection.

I wanted a ring that felt like the road—
layered with stories, texture, dust, sun, and movement.

• The hammered band symbolizes rugged landscapes
  and the uneven paths of a traveler’s life.

• Warm gold and copper tones reflect sunrise,
  and campfire nights where hope glows quietly.

• Engraved silver patterns echo tribal motifs
  from roadside markets and woven blankets.

• And the teardrop turquoise—
  grounding, ancient, protective—
  is the soul of the West itself.

A ring for the feeling of standing in the middle of nowhere,
yet somehow feeling completely found.

✧ The Mood That Fueled the Creation

Travel shifts your heart
before it shifts your destination.

During this journey I felt:

• Free, in that untamable Western way

• Quiet, in a way cities never allow

• Small, yet deeply connected

• Grateful, for roads that lead outward
  and those that lead inward

The ring holds that mix—
solitude, vastness, warmth, surrender.

When the design was finally complete, I knew:
It wasn’t just jewelry.
It was a fragment of the journey I refused to forget.