Idaho is beautiful today.
As always.
The sky is bright and clear. When I step out the door into the weather, the cold instantly frames me and funnels into all my warm spaces. I choke on it. My breath is solid state. I exhale, step forward and meet the resistance of white.
The weather is a beautiful brute.
It seems all things green, in the living room, are leaning towards the light — pressed up against glass with keen faces, counting the extra minutes that come with each day between now and June 21st. Can you feel the days growing? Can you feel winter fading, growing spare?
One of my best friends called and left a message on my phone for me, she lives on Bainbridge Island, across the Puget Sound from Seattle, her daffodils are poking up through the dirt in her flower gardens; tiny, tight banners of spring, eager and bright, precocious and ebullient.
I’m feeling like Millicent and the Wind today.
Carried on the white of whims.
Tossed by the trade winds of my hands, by the climates of my heart.
I can sense something is coming, something fresh, an idea with tiny root hairs and a bristling crown.
I have to push towards the sky while sinking my feet deeper. I know it.
Growth can be anticlastic in form, occasionally.
I bend in separate directions, curving in and against myself as I move. My soul bends like the creaking leather of a saddle.
Growth is an isometric exercise. Perhaps it is the simultaneous isolation of some of my portions and the engagement of others.
Occasionally, I get a bird’s eye view of who exactly I am, in all of this life living.
In those moments, when I’m poured out on the rocks below and looking down from above, I think the horizon looks bright.
So much lovely work! When's it going in the shop?
I always find myself reading and re-reading, making sure between your photos and words I don't miss a thing.
We should all have such beautiful wales on our walls and wear such lovely hollowform pieces. Wishing you a warm heart on these cold days.
Oh yes!!
And that ring is …. splendiforouslymagnificentlygloriosity.
Oh yeah.
SCULPTURE!
I squealed. You're doing it. I'll send you some green too. Or maybe yellow…
I found your blog a few days ago and have been sneaking around here since then – and now I found your footprint on my side of the pond as well! Thank you very much for your compliment!
But believe me, I have to give it back to you – your work leaves me wonderfully impressed! Silver, pictures and words…it's great to watch your talent!
xx
Jillian,
I don't know if I can adequately put into words my feeling about this post.
I am in need of fortitude today. Your post could not have come at a better time- Today!
I love your writings and often find just what I need in your words. Words that vibrate within me; that make me feel connected, comforted and fully alive.
I sense something coming too! February 3rd is the perfect day to ponder the green of the plants in my space while I spot, in the corner of my eye, the white waves of snow outside my window.
Your new alabaster ring is absolute gorgeousness!
Thank you so much! Bless your heart! xoxo
Oh em freaking geeeeee…The whale on the wall, the greenery coming from within…is pure genius!!!! So beautiful, thanks for sharing! Aloha!
oh Beautiful…this anticlastic ring is outstanding!!!
Ketra: I'll be listing these pieces tomorrow morning!
Susie: I'm glad you're not missing a thing — one must live life thoroughly. xx
Cor: Thank you, doll face. xx
Kelly: Yes. I suppose I am!
Kathrin: You're sweet. And your blog is cheery and lovely! Thanks for finding me and being part of my world! x
M: Love you to smithereenies, dear lady! So glad I could be here for you today. xxxxx
Sierra: Well thank you, lovely lady! x
Caro: You're all over my radar lately — I'm so glad to know you! xxx
jillian:
i *do* so appreciate that you share what growth feels like to you.
your captivating and wondrous words bring to me feelings of:
hope.
love.
peace.
calm.
soul.
x
M: You're welcome! Thanks for being here, yesterday (today?). xx