I don't know why, but I want to name this mug "namaste." I guess the flower and wide mouth evokes something reminiscent of peace, yoga, warmth, etc. Maybe that's why black coffee feels right for it, enjoyed on a bridge in the middle of a canyon. I think it's something people don't ever realize about New Mexico, but where there's water, it can be startlingly green and full of nature. There are these pockets of hidden character in every place and person that we often over look from a simple assumption, much like New Mexico is all one desert. 

There are no markings on this mug and that only lends to a sense of mystery. It's as if this mug has always been and will always be, a bow to the divine in all of us.