[sterling silver & geode slice]
Aren’t these beautiful? I don’t mean that in a self-promoting way. I just mean, when I look at these necklaces, I feel like I’m looking at beauty. Unfettered, natural, raw beauty. Like when I wake up on some mornings and my lips are the perfect color (plump with sleep), my hair is gently waving, my eyes are dark and glimmering, I don’t need make up and I don’t notice what clothing I put on — I just step out of bed pretty, pink, feminine and beautiful. I’m raw. I’m real. I’m me. I guess that’s what I see in these necklaces. I love that they lack a narrative, outside of the regular stuff behind the Lichen Series I’ve been working on (for months now — I can’t get away). The beauty of them is free-standing. The work alone is enough. I want more of that.
I feel like I’m traveling one thousand rivers, all at once. The currents are zany, unpredictable, lemon scented. The eddies are trout bearing I am master and commander of my tiny ship. Eventually I go to the sea. As all things do.
Here, at the little cabin in the woods, I am in the cleft of the rock. There’s a holding and freeness that bears a sort of forgiveness, or grace, with every sigh the fir trees let out in the swoop of the wind. The light strains like violas in the early morning, cresting up through the gap, prickling night and setting the ponderosas alight. I see directly East from the loft window which is broad in scope. I watch each day descend into bright, every morning, from my little perch. I am so glad to surrender to being here, in this lovely place, in my very self. I often wonder what else there is to be, outside of gentleness to self and others. I have consumed seven cups of tea today. The mornings bring a chill.
I don’t ever want to miss anything but there are distances I cannot cover with the thin spread of myself. I suppose part of life is simply figuring out where to be and at what time.
Did I mention RW is coming home tonight? I can’t even really convey how glad it makes me. He’ll be here, with me at the cabin, for at least one night. A friend and I are making a taco feast and pitchers of margaritas for all the boys, over at the base mess hall, upon their return. There’s going to be laughing and stories. I’m looking forward to it.