Spirit

I’m making you lovely things right now and it is very well with my soul.  This is the latest iteration of my “Spirit” series which continues to develop and grow like a living and breathing thing here in its fourth year, FOURTH YEAR, of being coaxed into being from metal, stone, flame and fingertip:

“We are not separate from spirit, we are in it.” [Plotinus]

Oh, I believe it and I feel it to be true.

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It’s difficult for me to survive these fire seasons, these staggering times of utter dishevelment followed by extreme illumination and creative rise.  I live in a dingy cave of fatigue and lonesomeness while he is away at work and then he returns and it’s as though my very fingertips are flame.  I feel myself reborn.  Reconstituted from the summer mud of soot and tears.  Set upright.  Ready to begin again.  The fire season burns me alive and then I experience a wild regrowth that shoots me skyward.

I sometimes wonder what my creative life would be like without it.

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I’m holding these earrings over until I have a bundle of them made.  I hope to stock my shop shelves for you in the first week of November.

Thank you for being in my world.

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