I made this ring the other day!
To have a heart.
To feel compassion for others.
To fill the universe with the love of God, to empty yourself, to be filled up again and then to pour that out into the world around you once more. To give with a rhythm, with a beat that makes the action a softly drumming habit that blesses others.
There’s no greater calling than to have a heart and to give it freely.
To give.
To give.
To give.
“..even an artichoke has a heart…” [Amelie]
And if a vegetable can comprehend the reason for our existence surely you can too. May the woman who claims this ring be reminded to love and to rain compassion on others. Always. This ring is built of sterling, 14 karat gold, Coyamito Agate, amethyst and pearl. All the components that build it were hand sawed, filed and fitted by me — it’s 100% hand built. The design comes from my original sketches and embellishment templates. It features a rich, rich weight and boasts a pure soul, the joy of my heart, the sweat of my brow and the patience of my hands. It’s one of a kind in every way.
Salut,
La Plume
x
That Amelie.
She’s so smart. And she speaks such truth.
To have a heart.
To feel compassion for others.
To fill the universe with the love of God, to empty yourself, to be filled up again and then to pour that out into the world around you once more. To give with a rhythm, with a beat that makes the action a softly drumming habit that blesses others.
There’s no greater calling than to have a heart and to give it freely.
To give.
To give.
To give.
“..even an artichoke has a heart…” [Amelie]
And if a vegetable can comprehend the reason for our existence surely you can too. May the woman who claims this ring be reminded to love and to rain compassion on others. Always. This ring is built of sterling, 14 karat gold, Coyamito Agate, amethyst and pearl. All the components that build it were hand sawed, filed and fitted by me — it’s 100% hand built. The design comes from my original sketches and embellishment templates. It features a rich, rich weight and boasts a pure soul, the joy of my heart, the sweat of my brow and the patience of my hands. It’s one of a kind in every way.
Salut,
La Plume
x
:::EDIT (vulnerability at its best):::
It’s been so hard SO HARD to let things go this summer. I find myself hiding designs for weeks before I can part with them — a good sign of sturdy soul work. I want to keep it all for myself, wear it, push a bit more of my spirit into it, have it resonate with the space I’m in before I let it go. Do you care that I often wear a ring or necklace around my home, for a few days, before I let you claim it? Do you care that it’s heavy with me when it arrives in your mailbox, shining and singing? Do you prefer these pieces more astringent? Lighter? Without the prickle of lightening and tonic? I have to be part of them. It doesn’t seem right otherwise. It’s like having a child and never knowing her name….never knowing the color of her eyes. I need to be familiar before things leave my hands, my home, my heart.
Does any of this even make sense?
Does any of this even make sense?
To me. It does.
It’s cold here. Already. Tonight it will freeze at -2C (28F).
Already I have cursed the Rocky Mountains for these early frosts.
I’ve covered the most promising parts of the gardens, hoping for warmer nights this week and the further ripening of tomatoes, squash, pumpkins…
My grapes are still on the vine, almost ready, so plump and juicy; I can smell them on the air as I walk about the yard.
The plums are fat, intentional, bending the branches and trunks of the trees from which they hang.
I miss the snow geese in the wheat stubble. The chatty resting hours of the Canadas in the prairie sloughs. RW, when you come home, why don’t you take me home, home to Saskatchewan. Just for a bit. You’ll be here in seven days. I’m going to hold you tight. Forever.
If a fire burns on the 12th in the North Cascades, ignore it, just come home.
I miss you. This place misses you.
There’s a broken branch on the catalpa tree that needs to be removed.
Farley needs to be hunted.
And I need to be kissed.
<3 lady, love your pretty creations. 🙂
Love your creations, love you and can't wait for RW to hold you again……Snuggle time is just around the corner:O) Sorry about the freeze but that is what nature does to us sometimes….XXOOSal
I for one love that you have worn the necklace that I place around my neck and the stone that I rub throughout the day like a talisman.
Do you know that I wear one piece of plumage every single day? Even if it is only a tiny stone ring?
And I second your request … RW should bring you home to Saskatoon. Even if it's just briefly. We will hug you tightly for the short time that you are here and send you back to your other home full up.
Word verification: wingr — See?! You need to wing your way north!
To me at least knowing you've worn the jewelry you make before you sell it makes the pieces all the more special. The creatrix cannot be separated from the creation. Otherwise it would be just manufacturing, factory style, not true creation and pouring out the soul into silver.
You need that RW and SOON(7days7days7days)otherwise I fear your tiny self will chilltothebone in that ginormous bed of yours, call in the dogs stat. and brrrrrr es ist sehr kalt here as well but no freeze or threat of one quite yet….you create these magical talismans with fire and stone, sinew and bone(and a pinch of newt), they deserve to be lavished upon by their creator, I would expect no less. and I would have the hardest time giving up those bits of soul, how do you do it?
Wylie took the buffalo away today(part of the deal). we are sad. but they eat a lot of hay and he got the baler too. life will go on. love to you sweetums…..
Jilly Quilly~
Your are stinking funny. I am sure your hubby knows that you need some kissing, RW is good like that.
I don't care if you wear the rings or jewels and such first, I think it makes it more special.
I do it too.
That is of course, if you don't mind that your ring has eyes and I secretly think you can see through it, via me. So you have been to the cabin with us, many times, and you have spent some time in the bathroom and the like.
It is all part of the process. It is personal.
I think I will someday see what my jewels see. If nothing else, we know they will out live us.
I have thought about this since I bought my turquoise ring from you.
Together in turquoise,
Fletch
i adore the heaviness, the melancholy, the bittersweetness of your *edit*….
no i do not mind that you WEAR before mailing.
yes you should go home "for a bit" to saskatoon.
you are so doggone wonderful.
you should do what darn-well pleases you.
xx
Purdy!!!!! I can smell the mingling scents of the grapes dripping from the vine & the plum laden boughs. I'm hungry.
Love the new ring & the sentiment behind it.
Pam
you are a delight in your talent. honesty. imagination.
i love your soul drenched pieces. heavy and light 🙂
xoxo dear!
sweetness 🙂
and these pieces are absolutely, absolutely lovely
Jillian, I'm so GLAD you wear what you make! Finding it hard to part with the offspring of one's mind and soul is a form of love. Sending out into the world such creations imbued with love is a form of communication. Claiming and wearing such treasures is a form of sharing. You are a maker of powerful talismans!
x
D
i love eating artichoke hearts. i love the necklace and ring you made! fantastic. all this talk about artichoke hearts reminds me of a painting I did not too long ago: http://www2.uic.edu/~hschle4/heartichoke.html
Incidentally, I found that artichoke hearts are good for your actual heart health. 🙂