The Small Bodies Ring has already been claimed, but I wanted to share it here anyway.

It was inspired by the Weston Pepper, one of my very favorite photographs of late…so sensual and smooth.

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what is this small body
compared to the good and holy works of god
the rustle of distant thunder
the vast curve of an egg

what is this small body
this ether home
this other world

weather runs beneath my skin
these eyes are for setting sail
ample hide
delicate bones
tectonics beneath the surface

and the smooth meeting of hip and waist

Oh this day, on this amazing day, I fell on my work so ravenously.

I thought I’d devour the metal and stone

like some wild thing fresh out of a pit.

Now that I read that last sentence,

I’m convinced that it’s not far from the truth.

I am a wild thing.

I ate it up.

I was wild with recklessness, sawing huge portions of silver without a thought or care for metal prices,

without a thought or care.

I whacked at it all with hammers and wood while

singing at the top of my lungs.

And when the work was finished,

I declared it good.

Currently, it is pouring rain outside.

Thunder is shaking the turquoise beads I have in a small bowl on my office desk.

I can feel my pupils constrict a tiny fraction with each strip of lightning that laces the heavens.

I think.

I think the 104 year old stone foundation of this house might crumble.

Sometimes I think my foundation might crumble, but then I remember, I have built my house upon The Rock.

Farley has curled up around my left ankle.

His animal warmth spreads from there

and encircles my heart.

He knows he is so good for me.

Today! The mail!

Incredible!

I have been in a postal drought.

Today, five packages and one letter

(and a tidy handful of crap that I promptly recycled).

My evening will look like :

MORE ANNE TRUITT

and THIS — which was recommended to me by a dear friend who said Temple Grandin reminds her of me (which isn’t the first time someone has implied, or asked, if I am mildly autistic — take that as you will..as I’ve said before, I can get a bit focused on things…).

This afternoon I crafted a fertility “talisman” for

one of my dearest friends. It was such an honor to be asked for such a thing in the first place. When it was finished, it resonated with hope, comfort, contentment, fullness, love, grace and a dash of the divine (there’s so much divinity in conception). I realized how deeply personal it seemed to me (for her) so I did not photograph it but let me tell you, boy howdy, my fertility talismans never fail. My friend will have a bun in the oven in no time! If it’s a boy, I hope she names it Gino…because I like that name lately.

The End