…because the first was lonesome.
The Quiet Ones No.2
[sterling, copper, enamel, silk, pink coral and silk cord]
This is my current soulscape.
Did I tell you before?
Oh.
Well, I’m telling you now.
I can’t stop thinking about this series.
I’m even dreaming about it.
I find myself laying in bed longer than usual in the morning, aligning my heart with bird chant and the wind in the Austrian pine out back.
There’s a stone cold emotional purge, the hopscotch of springcoming, the bowing forth of honesty — so silent in its truth. Gosh! Life can feel so thick with goodness and vitality even in the most crushing moments.
Mine is the dumbest tongue in all of North America right now, sometimes these things need their quiet and their space.
Did you ever learn to be patient with your self?
I’m learning now.
Post Scriptus:
Silvery Cotswold arrived here again today.
Ain’t she a beaut?
Post Scriptus:
Silvery Cotswold arrived here again today.
Ain’t she a beaut?
