The Other One
[Honoring Remains Series:
sterling, pink coral, prehnite, Idaho mule deer antler]
September 21, 2011 by
September 20, 2011 by
[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.
_________________________________
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.
August 15, 2011 by
[sterling, 23 karat gold & walrus tusk — cut and polished by me]
The Merry Butterfly Dagger
June 17, 2011 by
This necklace is from the Honoring Remains Series I’ve been working on. It’s built of sterling, 22 karat gold, iolite and a section of Idaho mule deer antler. It’s wickedly lovely, gently brave, naturally extraordinary…….and every other nice juxtaposition you can think of.