To You, Beautiful Dreamer.

For you, the one who has not been broken by life -

bent, to be certain

challenged 

 a little bruised, perhaps

but not broken

by a long shot

.

You beautiful woman. Brilliant and tired. You keep rising with the morning sun

and doing it all again, things that feel rote and sacred

and necessary

.

I see you with that look in your eye, the faraway one

that means you're building worlds

out of wisps

sturdy as all hell

despite the delicate structure

and gentle though you may be when you're sweet

you lead warriors with your fierce heart

.

I cannot stop cradling this beautiful valentine to you

with its precious cut of fire agate 

and drops of carnelian blood

I want to tell you all about this little curled dreamer I've hammer engraved and 

carved out of the metal (hours and hours of precise intuitive work), leaving a pile of stardust under my feet.

She is happy in her vulnerable warm sleep.

She is tucked into a frond of jacaranda.

. 

I made this honoring piece

because I am so proud of you

because I want to leave you with all my gratitude threaded through the molecules of sterling

and stone

to say 'thank you'

for continuing to grow and dream

in an impartial

world that 

breaks so many

to bits

.

In the 

Metal Shop

.

xoxo,

Sunny