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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