Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Sweet Summer Light




“It was deep afternoon when shadows begin to grow, light becomes gold, and you realize that this particular day has reached its destiny. 
Like old age, it’s not yet over, but there’s no denying the time of day.”

I love the soft, sweet light of a late Summer evening.  It's the slow decline of the Sun's beautiful light.  You can almost feel the tease of an early Autumn in the air, and the magic of a moment is captured in a memory and if you're lucky, a snapshot in time.  This afternoon, I lingered in the honey light, played a bit with my camera and was SO surprised to find a small blackberry bush in my little neighborhood.  I was immediately transported back to my youth.  We'd pick berries and cherries and peaches for pies, which my grandmother would make from scratch.  I took some time, ate a few sweet berries, and quietly whispered a prayer of gratitude for those precious memories and for this day, for my life and this magical sweet Summer light.













Monday, July 21, 2014

Mesmerized by Fireflies!


"There are magical moments in every day.  
We just have to take time to see them".

I still believe in magic.  I must believe.  I have to believe.  I hold tight to the dream that anything is possible.  I always want to look at the world through the lens of  child, free of limitations and judgements and fear.  I desire to observe the small wonders and miracles found in the beauty of each day with wonder and awe.  

I love to end the day in peaceful solitude, with a sky full of stars, and the symphony of nature gently easing and calming my soul.  I am reminded of just how amazing this Earth and this life really is.  I am grounded and centered and for a moment, I am free of worry and stress.  And a Summer gift...the evening sky is illuminated by something strange and wonderful, mysterious and free.

I always have been, and always will be by mesmerized by fireflies. They shine...from the inside out, a lesson we must all learn in order to be whole.  The guide us peacefully to forget our worries and focus, if just for a moment, on the miracles experienced in every day life.  They symbolize passion and self illumination, the heart of  a child and freedom of expression.  

Allow yourself to be caught up in the beautiful, magical moments of this ordinary life.  And in those moments, you'll quickly realize just how extraordinary this life and this journey really is and can be, if you let it ;-) 


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Passion for Patina


Patina (/ˈpætɨnə/ or /pəˈtnə/
is a thin layer that forms on the surface of stonecopperbronze and similar metals (tarnish produced by oxidation or other.  A sheen on wooden furniture produced by age, wear, and polishing; or any such acquired change of a surface through age and exposure. Patinas can provide a protective covering to materials that would otherwise be damaged by corrosion or weathering. They may also be aesthetically appealing.

I adore patina.  I am mesmorized by the depth and variety of color.  It's something reminiscent of times gone by; a forgotten keyhole weathered by Mother Nature; an old, worn door, beaten by the elements.  It is soft yet powerful and warm.  Old libraries, old staircases, old fences.  You can find patina everywhere.  It's so inspiriring to me.  I've researched and played until finally, I've found the perfect patina.  I adore it on jewelry, but there are so many possibilities.  Oh, imagine the possibilities..
















New Vintage Moon Collection...coming soon!


Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The Simple, Sweet Things...

Happy

Sweetness


Freedom

Expression

Creativity... 







This evening, I'm contemplating and appreciating the simple, sweet things in life that make me genuinely happy and content.  

My Dog makes me HAPPY!  When I see his amazingly cute and giddy face, I know he's HAPPY to see me.  The gift of his unconditional love and unending kindness is a healing balm to my soul.  He's TRUE LOVE.

My niece makes my HAPPY!  She's new to this crazy, beautiful world, and embraces her expression freely.  She's innocent, and expressive and so interested in everything.  She's an angel, and unbound by her very nature; for she's not jaded by lies or poisoned by dogma.  And she's TRUE LOVE.

RIDING makes me HAPPY.  When I was young, I had a Kawasaki dirt bike.  It was my escape.  I rode in the evening until the sun went down.  I think that's why I so enjoy evening rides now.  The beauty of the setting sun over massive fields gently blowing in the wind.  I LOVE the feeling of FREEDOM and PEACE I experience when I'm in these moments.  TRUE BLISS!

Making JEWELRY makes me HAPPY.  To be able to express myself by bringing an idea into fruition is magical.  To create something unique that's never graced this planet is really inspiring and always leave me motivated to create more.  Maybe not today, but I will ALWAYS make distinctly unique jewelry.  I LOVE that I can spend HOURS and completely lose track of time...this, my friends, is soul validation.

CREATING makes me HAPPY!!  I love photography and the ability to capture unique and precious moments in time.  The ability to play with my camera, and play with LIGHT and images in nature is therapeutic and healing.  It's all about seeing life through a different lens, literally.  Seeing the beauty in all of the amazing creations that surround me is salvation.

So this evening, I'm truly GRATEFUL for the simple, sweet things in my life.  I'm BLESSED and HAPPY and LOVED.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Nostalgia for Dovie



Soft, sweet Southern Spring mornings. Morning glories, covered in dew.  The sound of an old-fashioned percolator, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee.  She drank it from a saucer.  Hot homemade biscuits, real churned butter and real milk, melt in your mouth cantaloupes.  Roosters crowing.

Wild cherries and peach blossoms and pears and plums.  Cotton clothes hanging on the clothesline.  Flowers...everywhere!  Hanging pots and honeysuckles.  Hydrangeas hyacinths and roses and lilies.  Magnolia and wisteria.  Gardens.  FRESH vegetables, canned for the Winter.  

Daddy long legs and bumblebees.  Porch swings and snapping beans.  Buddy, the squirrel (I have a scar from a bite).  FiFi!  Scary (terrifying) ghost stories.  The pearl-handled gun.  Afternoon "stories" and afternoon nap time.  Afternoon mischief ;-) Playing in mud puddles (yes, we did).  EXPLORING.  Fighting.  Discovering.  Laughing.  

Family.  Love.  Dovie.  I'm missing her today.  

She was an anchor for us all.  A core of youthful gathering.  Summers were long, and many memories were made at her humble home.  A tough, independent woman, my grandmother was a true survivor.  And she taught us all so very much.  She was loving and generous in her own special way.  She cooked and baked and gardened and canned and planned. And we all gathered and grew and learned about life from her.  I have so many wonderful, treasured memories of the time spent with her and my cousins during the long, hot Georgia summers.  Her place, her being...she was a solace.  Not like soft cashmere, but more like warm wool.  

Today, I just want her to know that I miss her and I sincerely thank her for being my grandmother.  As a child, I desperately needed a place, a space, to feel safe and warm and protected.  She was that place.  And I will never, ever forget...I Love You, Dovie. Today and always.  




Sunday, March 16, 2014

Reclamation!


rec·la·ma·tion:   the act of returning something to a former, better state. 


SPRING is almost upon us...almost.  For those of us in the Midwest, she is much like a highly anticipated visitor we've been waiting to see for months, and her arrival continues to encounter delay after delay.  Nevertheless, she's close and for me, Spring is the perfect time for welcoming renewal, rejuvenation and another "R" word, reclamation.  

We live in a very busy and sometimes chaotic and stressful world.  There are timelines, and deadlines and waiting lines.  There are demands and deliverables that cannot be negotiated.   But in the midst of all the outside pressures, remember that you have the power to reclaim the significant pieces of your beautiful soul that seem to be scattered and lost.  As the March Full Moon occurs, remember to release what no longer serves you, and meditate on bringing your heart's true desire back into focus.  RECLAIM some time, RECLAIM so rest and relaxation, RECLAIM what you love to do ~ cooking, reading, photography, painting.  RECLAIM YOUR SOUL!  

“I will not die an unlived life.

I will not live in fear

of falling or catching fire.

I choose to inhabit my days,

to allow my living to open me,

to make me less afraid,

more accessible;

to loosen my heart

until it becomes a wing, 

a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance,

to live so that which came to me as seed

goes to the next as blossom,

and that which came to me as blossom,

goes on as fruit.” 

~Dawna Markova~

"I Will Not Live an Unlived Life - Reclaiming Purpose and Passion"


Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Shades of a Woman


“Though fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode amounts to a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives in the ways we deserve to have them. Don't waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success.” 

I've just finished re-reading this fantastic book, and was reminded, once again, about the ebbs and flows we, as women, experience during our lives.   We laugh and we cry; we feel like we are on top of the world, and just as quickly as we reach a pinnacle, we plummet back down to a crevasse.  For so long, I thought I was alone on this crazy journey of emotional ups and downs, seeking answers from all the wrong places.  Yes, I do not deny that depression is real, and must be addressed holistically.  But I'm speaking here about the normal, natural cycles that women experience from a very early age, and will continue to experience as she matures through life.  

One day, we are brilliant, bright hues of reds and oranges and yellows; passionate and expressive, overflowing with creativity and abundance of joy and love.  During this cycle, we immerse ourselves in loving and learning and playing.  Our muse is surrounding us, and we go with her, freely and fully.  These are the days we will not forget.  We don't want to forget; we'd live here forever if we could.  But then it happens.  A little gray sets in and the next thing you know, we are catapulted into a deep, dark place that feels so lonely and remote.  

During this cycle, we feel sad and empty, and seek solace from what feels like never ending drama and chaos.  We are bone tired; exhausted. We withdraw, and enter into our silence, where we ultimately get back in touch with our souls, which is where true healing takes place.   

We become grateful again, and just like the first daffodils peeking out of the cold earth as Spring slowly appears, we emerge with a softness and gentleness that only we can understand. Here, we weep because we are happy.  We embrace and live in the moments of simple pleasures like spoiling those we love.  This space is like a little piece of heaven on earth.  

You see, we are all kaleidoscopes of color and emotion, and it's okay to encompass ALL the hues of life.  It's a beautiful life and without the darker hues, we'd never realize the full brilliance of all those beautiful, bright, lovely colors.   

Just remember that you own your rainbow and 
you are the creator of your own masterpiece.  

Don't allow others to paint your canvas!