To Everything a Season

This is the season of the orb weaver

of drying and dormancy

emptying and stilling

It is the lingering month of passion flowers and fruits

winding their way up the trinity of palms in the back yard of this magical cottage I love:

the season of mending and nesting

and preparation for things that come with the chill...

the time of year for tall boots, rust colored leggings and tailored navy blazers

thick Shetland wool sweaters and steaming mugs of Earl Red

spooning and cold toes

appreciating a handy partner

battening down the hatches and putting the seed catalogs somewhere you know you'll see them in January...

"Next year there will be a garden,"I announce to God and the baby

who burbles an appreciative 'Dadada...'

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During this magical time post-September (land of the dog-baying blues good Lord that month is done!!!) I feel The Universe bundle me up

promising frost and pomegranates

joys and sorrows

soiled diapers and milestones

wonder like we've never seen on the face of our Orion

In this season of the orb weaver I am grateful for so much

and aware of my place in the world:

mother

daughter

sister

maker

lover

wife

steward

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Orb Weaver half-belt:

Tooling leather, suede, enamel, graphite, watercolor, copper, thread, metal

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26.5 inches end to end

meant to be strung and tied on the waist with a vintage (or new!) scarf

emphasizing that gorgeous whittle on the hourglass of the feminine form.

For inquiries and reserve

journey

HERE

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xoxox,

Sunny