The afternoon California sun is filtering into my studio with such loveliness, spilling over my cds (today it was a Peter, Paul & Mary kind of day with a side of Indigo Girls) and my work and my comfy chair...
I must confess: the experience of Friday night sent me into my studio Sunday with a near fever of love for what I get to do for a living:
I get to make rings our of rare stones (eclipse stone!!)
I get to name my pieces and hand scallop my edges...
I have the unique opportunity to marry my chosen arts: silver, stone and leather...
become energized by earth that took the color of marigolds and ebony and wrapped them into a picture of the original big bang!
The cuff was a result of my fervor, the ring a result of my love.
They will each be in their respective shops this evening.
I had a huge revelation on Friday night after all the emotions died down: my comfort zone-though not to be pandered to- need not be pummeled.
In my well-intentioned urge to make sure I wasn't afraid of living I scared the living merde out of myself and found my body responding in a way that any being responds to big stress:
This is not to say for one second that I am not thrilled to have done what I did, or that I am not completely excited that I was so brave - what I am saying is that there are ways to push the box that are a little less extreme. A little less shy-girl-onstage-at-a-honkytonk!
that my body is so vocal in its complaints - what I need to learn how to do is listen with compassion and love to those unspoken words and decide with each passing option what feels best and act accordingly.
side note: I just got a card in the mail today from one of my Canadian crew and I cried, big happy tears to read the sweetest words - thank you, dearest like-minded friend.
This is added to care packages and jam and notes and stones and all the wonders I have received of late: I am truly grateful for the kindness showered on me, my stomach and my steadying heart.
You truly rock my world.