Resurgere

Posted on Instagram on March 17, 2018

It isn't spring still - but despite the cold rainy weather you can see the first signs of life starting to explode again - the tiniest leaves on the roses, a brave primrose perking below the pine tree.
And something like a vibration. In the weak sun. In the flight of birds.
As if everything was on the brink of jumping and soaring, ending the silent white sleep of winter.
Excitement. Promise.
It's similar to how I feel. No more asleep, like a princess in a fairy tale, prisoner of a spell.
I don't feel ready to awaken fully and bloom and soar, still - I don't know where to gather the courage to leap and jump wildly - but what do I know, maybe the seed sprouting in the womb of the earth feels the same, pushed and pulled by this current of life, its tender self so small. Still it says yes.
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Today I sang about this, in silver and quartz.
This Lodolite that I have been hoarding for a while, with its red landscape and the sparkle of yellow, it makes me think of trees sap and of blood and of flames - of a phoenix emerging out of the fire. Sovereign.
Then leaves, tendrils, for nature knows of death and rebirth. For weeds know of resilience.
And a snake, sinuos and wise, the teacher of shedding and transforming and coming full circle - and of being yourself, but new.
The singer of this sensual energy that finds its way through our body, through the body of the Earth, fueling life, beauty.
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It's a hymn to everything that keeps going, keeps going down and rising again, a song for the little seed that gathers courage to sprout and fulfill its promise.
A prayer for us, that we may remember that we too belong to all of life and its holy run of seasons - that we may have been scorched and paralysed by merciless winters, our skin shredded by icy winds, and still we can say yes, yes, yes, arms up toward the sky, fingers magically sprouting the leaves of our soul - one step closer to fulfilling the promise we made to life.
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All love, all ways 💙

To dive in the darkest depths

Posted on Instagram on March 15, 2018

Someone once told me that you have to accept to dive in your darkest depths, because that's when you come back to the surface with the most beautiful pearls.
I am almost sure it was @sacredfamiliar telling me something Vali Myers had told her once - but I may be wrong.
Anyway, this is something I remind often. Gives me strength in the rough times. Gives a meaning to the pain.
Today I had to bring this one to life - it pushed and pulled and demanded my time and fingers - and I feel this is the message it carries. At least one of its messages.
A strange alchemy, the creation of this pendant.
First I carved the skull in a freshwater pearl; I am growing fond of them.
Then melting a piece of silver, and impressing the texture of a cuttlefish bone on it - excitement, magic. Rotten stink. Hah.
And then came the tendrils that hold this almost-heart-shaped piece, reminding me of spider legs.
And then the snake circling the skull, with the slender thread running through it - is it a lock of mermaid hair? An umbilical cord connecting us to the center of the universe?
It has a surrealistic, dreamlike quality to me, this one.
The feeling that I could discover a new layer of meaning to it, new symbols, every time I look at it. Every time I run my fingers on its surface, on those tiny lines that are almost part fingertips and part layers of earth.
An amulet for all of us, swimmers of the inner sea, deep divers of the uncharted depths, sailors of walnut-husk sized boats on the stormy waters of life.
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One of a kind, sterling silver and freshwater pearl (and cuttlefish ghost)

Soar Birds

Posted on Instagram on march 13, 2018

"I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen." (Terry Tempest Williams)

The Wound

Posted on Instagram on February 22, 2018

I said: what about my eyes?
He said: Keep them on the road.

I said: What about my passion?
He said: Keep it burning.

I said: What about my heart?
He said: Tell me what you hold inside it?

I said: Pain and sorrow.
He said: Stay with it. The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
(Rumi)
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Sterling silver and a drop of 24k gold.
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I woke up to the snow, too much snow, and the anxiety went up up up. The night was almost sleepless, due to the ovulation - I am kinda surrendering to these rhythms of my body, or do my best to.
I have not journaled in weeks. Resistance. I know it helps me, but I resist it. I am almost scared to let it all out on the paper.
I shovelled snow, in places there was no need to, just to burn energy. To burn a bit of that anxiety with it.
Then I stared. At the snow falling. Hearing my worried thoughts. My heart beating quick, a scared bird in the rib cage. Mouth dry. Shaky hands.
And I went to the bench despite the fear and I surrendered in the way I can: allowing the experiment to guide me. Melting silver. Hammering. And sometime during the process I found the road again...and I ended up making these. Something I saw in my mind a few weeks ago, but that I had put aside, I didn't feel it strong enough then.
This morning I found the missing parts, the needed scratches, and here it is, yet another amulet for the hard days, to hold on to.
I had enough gold to make three little drops, so I made three little pendants.
Surrender.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
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Shadow Self II

The shadow self. The parts we don't like to look at. The emotions we don't like to feel.
Our resistance to let go. Our effort to escape death, refuse death, erase death - deaths of different ways, not only of our physical bodies. Death of an old identity. Of a job we don't feel anymore. Of a dream we don't love anymore.
Our scared clinging. Our sense of being isolated, small. Finite. Hopeless.
The song of the bushes and branches and leaves growing around what is dead, the life getting ready to sprout from it once again. Resilience. Cycles of nature.
Of something we belong to. Bigger, wiser, holier.
I carved this skull from a freshwater pearl, then set it in a nest of copper, with sculpted hand fabricated leaves.