For the ladies of March:
A Sanctuary Ring* featuring aquamarine and iolite.
Oh this ring.
Oh this ring sings a song such as you haven’t yet heard.
It is ocean on rocks.
Sky on tree tops.
The music of mountain water.
Sun beam and forest dream.
May she go to a good home.
You may find her in the shop tomorrow!
xx
*There’s some nesting going on here–
a mindlessness to my days, the constant complaint of “not enough hours in a day” falling from my lips (The cold of the heart pine floors on my feet in the morning. The quiet of the winter world. Birdsong falling lightly on thin, cold air.)
I’ve been greedy for my own space.
I’m a glutton for solitude.
I’m finding sanctuary in these 103 year old farm house walls, in the rise of the mountains outside the front door — refuge, quiet, safety.
This is my home, from here I’ll find my way.
I haven’t known what to do with myself out in the studio but that buoyant notion of sanctuary keeps drifting up to the surface of my mind and heart; the smooth width of the wings of God covering me over:
My portion.
My cup.
My refuge.
When the walls fail to hold me in,
(when this world lets me down),
no matter where I go, no matter where I stand,
I’m never without my shadow.
Likewise, I’m never without this offer of grace
that pushes me gently, one hand at the small of my back, into sanctuary.
Time and time again.