How was your weekend? Friday morning I woke early, in the pale blue dawn, to snowfall gently piling on the boxwoods. I sat with Sancho and a steaming mug of tea on the sofa and wrote by that watery light for well over an hour. Journaling is a funny business: truly it is a practice that can slip by, undone, for weeks at a time. And when I crease open the pages again, I find my words come haltingly. I over think, I under write. I spew out hurt and am surprised (once again) that I allowed myself to hold space for it. "Get it out on the page" I tell myself, "expel, expel." For truly I desire to create a life brimming with whole love and encompassing beauty in all emotional states. I desire to see the best in me, the best in others, the best in humanity. And that too, is a practice.
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Sunday afternoon the sun pressed apart the clouds and every green thing arched toward the light. I consider myself a rather green thing, and thusly, followed suite. In the earlier weekend snow and wind, the cedar out front had dropped handfulls of bright new growth across the yard. I gathered them up, tucked myself into the moss and grass out back, and wrapped a handful of mini smudge bundles. Over the past couple years, smudging has become a practice near and dear my heart. Every day, when I step into the studio, before I pull out silver and stone, I light a bundle. I breath in that smoke, I envision it cleansing the stick and grit of life, I cleanse my tools, my room, the four corners, and I breath out intention. Intention that the work of my hands be honest and true, that it speak the language of earth and spirit, of love and healing, that each piece find it's right human and bring a strong dose of joy. And so, it is.
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To Stardust
(earrings: two in sterling silver, three in sterling and brass)
A cosmic collection of astral passages, the trace of galactic history made tangible in tidy, lobe-sized memorandum.
Circling around so many of these thoughts (the inherent good of [wo]mankind, the desire to burn bright, the interconnectivity of life and work and practice and intention), I created this small collection of earrings. They're lofty and uplifting, swinging comet tails to help raise your chin a little higher, glowing and weathered, just like each one of us. Some in solid sterling, some in sterling and brass, but each one unique, hammer-formed into arching three-dimensional curves. I kept a pair for myself, because you know I need me a lift to the stars too.
(you can find the whole collection in the shop now!)
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Be well today you little starlettes!
The day is too glorious to ignore, so the pups and I are off to heed her siren's call and wander a mountainside.
It's good to be back.
~ U ~
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Sunday afternoon the sun pressed apart the clouds and every green thing arched toward the light. I consider myself a rather green thing, and thusly, followed suite. In the earlier weekend snow and wind, the cedar out front had dropped handfulls of bright new growth across the yard. I gathered them up, tucked myself into the moss and grass out back, and wrapped a handful of mini smudge bundles. Over the past couple years, smudging has become a practice near and dear my heart. Every day, when I step into the studio, before I pull out silver and stone, I light a bundle. I breath in that smoke, I envision it cleansing the stick and grit of life, I cleanse my tools, my room, the four corners, and I breath out intention. Intention that the work of my hands be honest and true, that it speak the language of earth and spirit, of love and healing, that each piece find it's right human and bring a strong dose of joy. And so, it is.
* * *
(earrings: two in sterling silver, three in sterling and brass)
A cosmic collection of astral passages, the trace of galactic history made tangible in tidy, lobe-sized memorandum.
Circling around so many of these thoughts (the inherent good of [wo]mankind, the desire to burn bright, the interconnectivity of life and work and practice and intention), I created this small collection of earrings. They're lofty and uplifting, swinging comet tails to help raise your chin a little higher, glowing and weathered, just like each one of us. Some in solid sterling, some in sterling and brass, but each one unique, hammer-formed into arching three-dimensional curves. I kept a pair for myself, because you know I need me a lift to the stars too.
(you can find the whole collection in the shop now!)
* * *
Be well today you little starlettes!
The day is too glorious to ignore, so the pups and I are off to heed her siren's call and wander a mountainside.
It's good to be back.
~ U ~
6 comments:
I've missed you in this space, but am always glad you take the time you need. Such a wonderful collection of thoughts here. And you are just so incredibly lovely!!
The weekend here was: leather, shedding horses, Reiki certification, and time beneath the moon.
Be well.
Beautiful shades of nature in those lovely earrings. They remind me of beautiful, wild animals skins.
Your earrings are beautiful and priceless filled with intention and love. May this pass on to all the wearers! x
Aren't you a vision of lovliness.
Through the cedar smoke, your intentions and good influences are finding their way.
Nature hammered into copper & silver, straight from the heart. XX
Your thoughts on writing and smudging resonate with me. And so beautifully said. Thank you for sharing these thoughts and practices. xx
Umm, excuse me but your vision is FABULOUS!!! These ear adornments scream of beauty, inspired vision and a lady who can rock a work of art on her ears...Me gusta mucho, as usual!
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