Showing posts with label Necklace Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Necklace Art. Show all posts
Thursday, April 5, 2018
Monday, March 26, 2018
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Forged by Fire
I have a different relationship with three in the morning these days. I see it now, not as the haunting, the tormentor.
Three in the morning is the stolen hour. The sacred hour. A time of fire that has forged me into someone new.
How many times have I rocked this beautiful child at three am? Tonight she lays relieved and relaxed in my arms, breathing easily, safely in my arms at three am. I think about three mornings when her tummy was tight with bubbles and half her present length. I remember her unfocused eyes, startled and lonely.
Tonight, the moment I scooped her up, she became peaceful, cuddled in my lap.
It is not his job to believe in me. It's isn't anyone's really. I alone hold that responsibility.
Isn't that beautiful, powerful? My thoughts have been jumbled up for months, years, a paraglider's lines caught in the weeds on a steep hill.... and this aha moment tonight laid them out straight, clean and free.
Here by the light of the humidifier, smudged by my palm and clearer than anything I have ever written before.
Take these words as yours.
Three in the morning is the stolen hour. The sacred hour. A time of fire that has forged me into someone new.
How many times have I rocked this beautiful child at three am? Tonight she lays relieved and relaxed in my arms, breathing easily, safely in my arms at three am. I think about three mornings when her tummy was tight with bubbles and half her present length. I remember her unfocused eyes, startled and lonely.
Tonight, the moment I scooped her up, she became peaceful, cuddled in my lap.
It is not his job to believe in me. It's isn't anyone's really. I alone hold that responsibility.
Isn't that beautiful, powerful? My thoughts have been jumbled up for months, years, a paraglider's lines caught in the weeds on a steep hill.... and this aha moment tonight laid them out straight, clean and free.
Here by the light of the humidifier, smudged by my palm and clearer than anything I have ever written before.
Take these words as yours.
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Moons of Jupiter Necklaces- Miniature Pieces of Art, Each 100% Unique
Handmade, Individually painted miniature pieces of art. Each sealed behind a one inch glass cameo onto a silver toned bezel and then hung on an 18" nylon cord.
Available or now by contacting me via PM
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