Thursday, April 17, 2014

The Slow Letting Go

This weekend I am traveling....
I am traveling alone
for the first time in well over two years

It's a really important trip to see one of my dearest friends and I've been 
yearning to take it for quite some time. I knew that I would not be packing up the babe 
for this adventure and as the flight comes closer
I acknowledge another wave goodbye,
another first in the my life as a mother: a night (or two) away
from my boy.

Just writing those words fills the center of my heart with hurt.
Just writing those words lifts the beautiful possibility of my singular (and too frequently ignored)
experience to my eyes like a cup
to someone dying of thirst.

Two years and nearly two months of service.
Over eight hundred nights of doing whatever it takes.

Where I am going my people acknowledge space for rest and processing.
I plan on buying a brand new sketch book tomorrow.
It feels almost giddy: a fresh new sketch book.

I think I am going to buy four magazines at the airport and read them 
lazily on the plane with my iPod pouring loud music right into my brain.
There will be no needs to meet but mine,
no magic face in which to see all the wonders of an eternal morning.

It is both the finest of fantasies and the most aching place.
Orion has been with me on my last seven round trip flights
and so I've been sweaty, nervous and overpacked.

Not this weekend
I can get tipsy. I can let go.

I can plump the too-skinny parts of my head and heart that have
really and honestly forgotten solitude. That have forgotten the art of getting lost in deep
and nourishing conversation without having a secondary stream of thoughts
that constantly fret over voice volume
and eyes that wander over to the baby monitor just to check and see if he's good.

Orion will have Guy Time with his handsome Daddy
and snuggles from Oma.
They'll go on adventures and do things that mama won't allow,
watch lots of videos maybe,
stay up too late.

There'll be plastic easter eggs filled with goodies
and trips to see tiny airplanes
and naps together.

I cannot wait to see him when I come home,
to show him a version of me 
that is at once refreshed and light and grounded
greedy for kisses
thirsty for every single word
he could ever say

I cannot wait to gently throw my arms around my girlfriend
and snuggle pups
and have brunch
and catch up
and slip into the rhythm of understanding
that happens among the most kindred of souls.

I know I'll look back at this night's internal dichotomy someday
when I've said a thousand 'goodbye's to Orion
and see the beauty and gentle rawness of it

That I love a boy so much I have begun to forget how to be without him

That I love myself so much and am so loved by my tribe
that room is made for me to be 
alone and not alone

aching some for the babe I am only borrowing
practicing awkwardly at first the expansive motion of
opening my arms
as one releases a kept bird
letting him 




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Friday, April 11, 2014

Mighty Might Growing Things Series

Big Diggins Agate Root System Earring, Singular Magic

Maple leaf imprint against your tender ear

Peach Blossom #2 Earrings. Sterling Silver.

Riveted Florida Fern and Jacaranda Seed Earrings. Raw Crystal. Brass. Sterling Silver.

Precious Larimar Root System Earring. Singular Magic.

Symbiosis Earrings. Sterling Silver.

All of these magical bits and bobs will find their way to the 


with a lot of love tucked in the molecules


Monday, April 7, 2014

Delicate and Tender Valentine

My mind is on gardening so much these days.
Orion and I are in the back yard (the poor three-summer-ignored backyard)
for hours at a time,
digging and talking and having our own version of fun,
both of us introverts at some level.

We are quiet there there just as much as we are boisterous.

I have never had my own garden before where I started seeds in the actual dirt:
I've previously bought hearty seedlings.
This new adventure feels much more intimate
and a little more...attached.

I've practically given each tender green shoot a name, a problem of mine since childhood:
it's a miracle I eat anything with this humanizing streak I have long been on.

I wanted to build jewelry that echoes this squiggly
beautiful journey of a young seedling
and after experimenting with a few different materials I found the perfect
gauge of shining sterling and perfect stones
for a valentine.

white shell
peach aventurine

These Seedling Earrings capture the fresh new sprouts
and the rain and the flowering and the season.

My signature draped chain
and dots of gemstone color
infuse this pair with lots of movement
and organic grace.

A carved mother-of-pearl pikake flower
indicates that the next chapter of the growth process
is afoot.

These will kiss your shoulder and your neck
and remind you that everything strives to grow and 
stretch into its most realized form.

May you find yours just as the tender shoots do in the rich soil of my garden.

In the

later this afternoon.


Thursday, April 3, 2014

Joyful Joyful

Ear Candy Bliss Magic Spell Earrings in Fern

My world is lit with bliss this week.
Tired tired bliss, but once that spark flies it cannot be dimmed,
no matter the shadows under your eyes. 

This kind of deep happiness acts like those magic paint brush coloring books we had as kids,
where a blank white page is replaced with washes of color with a single watery pass.

It seeps into everything, this wave of color.
Into my cooking.
Into my mothering.
Into my work.

My sister came to visit from Minneapolis last week
and she refilled empty wells and just having her here to witness
Orion's life and our little family's haven
was enough.

We ran and shopped and laughed and talked frankly about cycles of life and death and the unlikely way we turned out being practically twins after a childhood that saw us being so different we were practically polar opposites.
Will wonders never cease!

When she leaves California the void of her absence is so strong, like a mental gravity.
This time instead of sinking sad-ward for days I wiped the tears as I drove from the airport
and went straight to the gym for an epic leg day.

Peach Blossom Earrings with Vintage Coral and Sterling Blooms

I just couldn't shake the tremendous love that Julie gifted us.
Couldn't feel sorry for myself that she had to go home.
Still can't.
In some weird and wonderful way she's still here.

So here I am with a candled chalice for a heart,
the weariest I've ever been and surely the most rewarded.


Singular Magic Spell Earring in Drusy, chrysoprase and coral. Sterling Hydrangea Petal.

I relished every second of working in the studio this week
and dug into a good rhythm quickly,
remembering to stop and step into the garden
to watch the plants' progress,
to take breaks and be kind.

While the plants grow, tender green and tiny, the squirrels are enjoying them, too.
I fear I may not have much of a garden left when they've had their fill
and I am looking into humane ways to discourage them.

Orion and I are out there a whole lot, 'diggin' in da DUT!' as he would say

We love to walk the perimeter of the big back yard and notice what's changed, smell the flowers
and watch the potato bugs cross the pavement.

Things are blooming.

Boys are growing.
One boy in particular is growing tall and tender and strong.
He hugs us now, and kisses cheeks
and gives love so generously.

He is the center from which all the spokes of my life spin these days.


I worship this season, this experience of
dark circles
belly tickles
finding my heart wrapped around a dimpled finger
with all my mighty might.

The sweet fruits of this Wonder Week will be in the 


With love,

Friday, March 28, 2014

The Sun Lights the Moon

I spent two days as a single parent this week. I've never had more respect for those whose parenting is done without a partner: it's mind-blowing.

I found my nights to be the saving grace: the time to connect with my friends 
and the time to be quiet and creative.

I celebrated the moon-rise as much as I always cheer the sun's ascent.
I taught Orion about how the sun and the moon cycle through the sky, about the stars
and the seasons.

Night can be so restorative, so calming. 

I want to tell you about this miraculous moon, about how I nearly nibbled my hand off firing it,
fervently praying I could hold on to the swiftly-passing sugar phase
of fusing because geez would it ever add a layer of incredible realism to the moon...

and it worked. The diligent watching worked. 
There were cartwheels done across the grass to celebrate.
I smiled for days: firing is a such a delicate thing and so full of unexpected gifts and failures
that you just ride this adventurous wave
and see where you end up.
Santa Cruz?

On the back of the necklace is the imprinted texture of a leaf Orion handed to me with
great happiness on one of our neighborhood nature walks. 
There is a magic in his touch that lends itself to such a piece.
My son is just as much a part of my work as he is every other aspect of this life.

It seemed so fitting that the counterbalance to this solitary moon
is the energetic imprint of a living Sun, vibrant and in constant motion.

The sum of a full day, front and back.

this moon necklace holds those warm and centering energies
for you.

In the

later today.


Friday, March 21, 2014

Spring GiftAway. A Healing Collaboration.

Thank you SO much to everyone who entered, we are so excited.

FARM AND FIELD!!! You are my winner!

 the listings will go up tomorrow morning. My apologies for the delay.

The first day of spring growing up in Pittsburgh was mostly symbolic. We'd have one full set of warm days in February wherein every school-aged kid would slip into sandals and shorts and bask in the lengthening days. We'd all be sick by the end of the week but what oh what could be sweeter than the short promise of warmer weather after such a dark and brutal Western Pennsylvania winter?

March would come in like a lion and go out like a lion. The 21st was a marker of hope. The first day of spring pinkie-swore that the crocus in the side garden would pop up through the last warm snow soon. The first day of spring whispered warm and hopeful things in our red wind-whipped ear.

Here in Northern California the first day of spring isn't the same kind of miracle-marker. It's just lovely. It's more of the same lovely that was lovely in early March. Maybe there's rain, maybe there's sun. It's in the 70s or it's in the 60s. 

It's my mother's birthday on the 21st. No matter where I live and what schedule mother nature follows it is my mother's voice in my head saying, "PAY attention" to each little thing. To every blossom and new growth. It drove us crazy as kids. Our youthful impatience didn't nurture that kind of observation; we wanted to get to the day the community pool opened. We wanted jean shorts and watermelon. We didn't recognize miracles in the beautiful violence of a bud bursting: our mojo came from teen magazines and 
corner shop penny candies.

This year's call to attention is for you on this first day of spring, on this my mother's birthday. We have something for you. This year the bloom isn't out there: it's inside. The tender green shoot is your own to tend. 

The incomparable healer Robin Sandomirsky (this isn't my first time singing her praises) and I have come up with a gift that will knock your wooly winter socks off. Robin will provide you with a thirty minute guided healing session and I will craft a piece for you based on the time spent with her. It is a true collaboration, a beautiful marriage of soul and hand.

This is the perfect gift for you, friend: a soulful insight into your journey and a silvery beacon for future travels. Robin is also gifting away a twin package. Please do enter over there, too!

On Tuesday afternoon I will draw a winning name from the comments here. I will also be posting two packages for purchase in my shop that will encompass a tandem offering: a healing session of one hour and a piece that represents that healing work for you. A dainty necklace built from the imagery in your session, Robin's intuition about your path and my maker's magic. 

To enter just leave a comment. You can also share the link for this contest on Twitter or Facebook to procure yourself an extra entry. For each platform from which you shout the good news of this GiftAway please be so kind as to enter another comment so I can count everything! If you don't see your comment quickly, have no fear - I moderate throughout the day.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Little Wings

A sweet and small gesture of beauty comes your way this morning

in triplicate

Three densely tooled and painstakingly colored
monarch wings

keychains that provide a lift for your heart
and a dab of color for your most everyday tasks

In the