[Honoring Remains Series: sterling,
Idaho mule deer antler prong and pink coral– lightness
of soul, breadth of spirit]
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I ran last night.
Idaho mule deer antler prong and pink coral– lightness
of soul, breadth of spirit]
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I ran last night.
I put huge space between the choppy waters
of life and myself.
of life and myself.
I ran a greater distance than I normally run.
Today I can feel it in my legs and my biceps, the pointers have been napping more than usual, I had pasta for lunch — too hungry to face the day without loading up on carbohydrates.
Today I can feel it in my legs and my biceps, the pointers have been napping more than usual, I had pasta for lunch — too hungry to face the day without loading up on carbohydrates.
Last night, I passed through a scrub maple stand (already morphing red in the autumn sunshine)
and caught a glimpse of a mule deer doe and her fawn down the mountainside from me, tawny and long legged, sweeping through the sage and juniper.
Down the trail from there, I saw my cow moose and her calf again.
She was ornery.
I ignored her bluff charge and urged my legs faster.
I killed the hills.
I moved like wind.
The mountain took me on as her own
sweet wild thing.
Living felt better than usual.
Better than good.
All I know is I don’t want to miss a single day on the mountain this season. Every day brings new color, new atmosphere. I want to be part of it…the living and the dying.
The growing and the shrinking.
The fade of green into fire.
The light and the dark…
but mostly the light.
Mostly the light.
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Something must push us onward,
push us into existence,
push us into brilliant existence
even in the face of trial, persecution and ostracization
(no matter where you are or who you are, it’s there in some form).
I’m finding that thing so easily now,
it’s like second nature.
I killed the hills.
I moved like wind.
The mountain took me on as her own
sweet wild thing.
Living felt better than usual.
Better than good.
All I know is I don’t want to miss a single day on the mountain this season. Every day brings new color, new atmosphere. I want to be part of it…the living and the dying.
The growing and the shrinking.
The fade of green into fire.
The light and the dark…
but mostly the light.
Mostly the light.
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Something must push us onward,
push us into existence,
push us into brilliant existence
even in the face of trial, persecution and ostracization
(no matter where you are or who you are, it’s there in some form).
I’m finding that thing so easily now,
it’s like second nature.
oh gosh, that delicate pink coral all aglow against the stark smooth antler stopped me in my tracks… much like your writing always does. I'm sure your running puts the gazelles to shame. ;o) I guess you were like 'chariots of fire' when you run you can feel 'His pleasure' and so you run, and so you glow, and so you share, and we bask in its warmth. muah, take that. xo
Mel
http://www.needleandnestdesign.blogspot.com
I'm so happy for you!
It's all so beautiful. The necklace is STUNNING!!! weeeeeeeeeeee…. xo
You KNOW how I feel about these, about this…
your intent speaks to me.
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Melissa: I guess so!!! Chariots of Fire….doo doo doo doo dooooooooo dooooooooooo……..:) xx
Mash: You're lovely.
Umbie: I do know. 🙂
Fox: That's a nice thing to say. Thank you.
You make me want to be outside ALL THE TIME.
this piece is so gloriously perfect. i do love this series, i can feel it in my core 🙂
i love runs like the one you described. as if you could go on forever.
i am falling in love with your words and your jewelry.
First off…the neck adornment is very YOU…strong and lovely
Second- life is a strange thing and I do agree that one must try to enjoy, at least when it is possible xx
The necklace is beautiful!!
ps: I tagged you in an award-post on my blog 🙂 feel free to just read my post, but if you re-post too that's even better! http://chestnutmocha.blogspot.com/2011/09/7-things.html
Rocking. Love the joints! I imagine your knees and elbows as you run "like a white-assed deer."
(That's Joni, by the way)
Initial thought: "I know when the first things I see are Jillian's chin and neck, that something new is about to manifest itself…"
Second thought: New and wild and delicate and so exquisitely engineered–what a piece!
And then there's what you write and how you write–I love how you run into Nature and become one of her creatures, at one with Her whole.
x
i can't stop loving you & everything you do.
XO
oh, I do love how you create. This series is magical. xoxox
Thank you for your wonderful comment! It really is about small moments and little things. I'm happy you are going to enjoy this fall-winter!
Hey baby birdie! Lookie here:
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Airstream… fer sale. Ride like the wind.
BTW: Love these to bits and pieces.