I pray to the leaves
Posted on Instagram on November 14, 2019
I pray to the leaves
To teach me how to meet the fall
Without clinging to the branch.
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These are ear jackets - and you have to forgive me here, I still suck at selfies and the third picture, which is supposed to give you a clue about how they look when worn, is not my best ever.
I should probably buy one of these fake ear things that @sticksandstonessf uses 🤔
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This morning I was looking at the fallen leaves, and the graceful dance that is their fall.
Can we learn that luminous surrender for ourselves?
I wonder what it feels like, to soften and let go. To release clutched hands and stuck rib cages, and, in a beautiful swoosh, allow life to bring us where she wants to.
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I am not often that brave.
So I keep praying the trees and the leaves to show and teach me.
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Earrings with ear jackets, one of a kind in labradorite, fine and sterling silver.
Surrendering to the shadows
Posted on Instagram on November 14, 2019
Surrendering to the shadows that populate our inner world.
Giving up the fight and accepting to feel what is uneasy and unknown.
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To plant a seed is an act of faith. To take something so small, give it to the darkness, and to know it will eventually be broken in order to become more.
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This pendant embodies all my current adventures in the land of grief, both the times when I try to be brave and allow myself to sink into my own darkness and listen to it, and the times I grasp for a splinter of hope and try to escape the uncomfortable feelings.
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It is a very tactile pendant, almost a pebble, with its domed back.
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The stone is a smoky quartz with an abalone shell below it.
It's a metaphor of the dark inner sea and its depths...and the treasures it hides.
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I tucked marigold seeds below the stones, as a prayer to breaking and unfolding and becoming the bigger version of ourselves.
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May we learn to dive into our deep waters. May we have eyes that see the beauty in them.
May we have the courage to be fertile seeds.
I Hold My Magic
Posted on Instagram on November 7, 2019
Hands have always had a lot of meanings for me, and I have always been fascinated by them.
From Mudras to the grace of the hands painted by Sargent, through ex-voto, and my own representations of them in my drawings and, after, in my jewelry.
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One of the main meanings I attribute to them is the feeling of being held, being safe. The earrings I made that I wear the most are pink tourmalines with hands dangling from them.
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This hand here is in a way part of my family of hands, if I can call it this way.
First came the "hold my hand", bigger hands, easy to reach and hold in times when you need comfort.
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This hand here belongs to a different stream. This hand holds something.
It's part of what I hope will become a line of hands, each holding a different meaning.
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In this case, it's an affirmation, a recognition of the magic we carry inside. It's opening our eyes to it, saying it out loud, and, by doing this, using it more.
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It's made from my original using the sand casting technique. I get a very rough shape from it, so that then I have to put a lot of work in shaping each finger and "posing" it - which is what I want, because I want each one to be unique.
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This one is a silver and copper alloy, with a light pink tint, and sterling and fine silver accents.
It holds a labradorite, the stone of magic.
Singing the Bones
Posted on Instagram on November 1, 2019
Today
I made earrings
For our Ancestors.
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With bones carved from fused sterling silver and two faceted Moonstones.
The gift of Love
Posted on Instagram on October 30, 2019
Nine days ago, we had to say goodbye to my Pooh.
She came back from the vet and in a few days she started to get worse, and we were given no hope for recovery.
It has been heartbreaking.
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We have been granted a few sunny days, so we made sure to help her reach her favorite sunny spots to nap and enjoy the warmth.
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On my last day nursing her, we were in the sun, she was laying in her comfy place and I was beside her on a blanket, holding her paw.
I asked her...how will I face the emptiness when you will go? What will I do with the hole you will leave in my heart?
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As I was dozing off, her paw still in my hand, I thought about how our furry and feathered friends are really the closest thing to angels walking on the earth, for the pure, unconditional love they give us.
And after a dry spell with my creativity, here I was with an image in my mind and a purpose.
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I like to call them "Pooh angels".
Because this is the last thing we made together, and her last gift to me.
I think the answer to my question is...we carry on by holding their love close to us. We carry on by reminding of that love. We carry on by filling the world with that love, by sharing it.
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I figured there must be others out there needing an angel to soothe the pain of a loss, and so I did as I promised to my Pooh on her last breathe...I made more angels.
I kept the first angel for myself, but the two you see here are for new keepers.
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It helped me, to create them. With their little bodies, holding their golden orb that symbolizes that pure, unconditional love.
My hope is that they will be of comfort to others as well ❤️