To a new season
To Wallpaper from a bygone era
To remembering the beauty that can be found in looking down
up up up
and slightly underneath...
Waking up to touch
(the woman you see in this picture is none other than The Dove, whose artful life is well documented at the link, whose very presence reminds me how lucky I am to know her and whose height is so great that my great leap above barely touches her willowy peak!!!
She documented our meeting here, and it would be redundant to post pictures of our playdate from my lovely camera when Pierre lustily captured it with panache!!
Our time together was just so sweet, so full of heart...I cherish its memory already!!!)
to friendship's climbing vine
(isn't she the beautifullest? Gosh!)
I woke up to the redwoods in the LadyBird Grove
And the clouds traveling through gave us a light show that I've never seen the likes of before.
My joy was audible.
On our way out of town my husband and I stopped by Glass Beach and he found me two HUGE hunks of red beach glass, true red, the rarest of the rare.
(this is why I love him: He searches for beach glass the way he lives his life:
he knows what to find and he goes for it with all his might. He innovates, he excavates and all the while he astounds me. That's my man, baby!!!)
I found beautifully battered 70-year-old metal pieces for a dear sister-friend of mine
and enough beach glass and shells to refill my color palate
On my way up I was lucky enough to come across a few slabs of Lucky Strike Agate with plumes whose colors I cannot even describe....
angelskin coral comes to mind,
I will post some slab pics in the coming days
and in the coming weeks I will be cabbing a few and making them available first-come-first-serve-no-pre-reserving or anything:
these are ONCE in a lifetime pieces of agate
and they will be worth a king's ransom.
I will give plenty of notice when I post them.
Tomorrow is my birthday (and anniversary) and I will be spending it doing Tibetan Heart Yoga in the morning, slabbing with Ed and cabbing with Steve during the day
and in the evening I will return home and
my Schmilly, grateful ever to be his wife, one year older and wiser.