Friday, August 15, 2014

The Pause Before the Breath

We did it. Anthony's game ships in just four months and the 'sprint' is wearing down to just 
nearly-normal work hours.
The garden has half its contents still thriving in that crunchy August way that smells like decay.
I will miss those cucumbers so much.

O and I leave on Monday morning for a family vacation that was been desperately needed for so long.
Everything sold is shipped or waiting in boxes to be sent out with that wonderful push-pull that always
happens with my work, when the process has been so full of love that I am both thrilled and aching at once to see them go.

It feels like I've tied a strand of baker's twine around this life,
so neatly, so carefully.

Here it is, in my palm held out like an offering to God
from an eager Girl Scout.


Early this week I had a horrifying almost-accident on the freeway (driving by myself thank you Jesus)
that snapped me like a pea and reset my compass.
True north.
I can wait five extra minutes in the bathroom while we potty train…
I can bake that loaf of bread 
I can put less task in my list
because there's not a swell of strings when the show's over
it's just over
and when that black luxury car swung wildly and without warning into my lane and I danced blindly to the left over lines
(miraculously empty of cars in rush hour traffic)
had anything been different my current experience of life would be vastly
Who knows what it would have looked like…
all I know is yes, I will have that cake today
and yes, I will attempt a 125 lb squat even though I get all hot just thinking about it.
I will forgive.
I will heal the broken bits.
I will really make Jeep noises with Orion when we play.

In the middle of September I get my first session for a tattoo I've long dreamed of.
A protector. Big. On my arm.

All these things I've been waiting for…they're all coming 'round to call.
And I am dreaming again for SunnyRising, dreaming big
and making plans and designs.

Picturing studio space
and brand-grounding things like stamps and packaging...

picturing the day I show my son how to stamp
and how to make a bracelet for himself.

Picture myself remembering to consult true north before I act or speak
because you know how nothing holds you in breathess wonder forever
even though in a moment of miracle you're like, "I will NEVER go back to the old ways!!"
and two months later you're covered in Dorito dust binging on sitcoms.

So yeah, we're going to go sit by a lake and squeeze hands
and take grandma-powered coffee breaks
and kettle bell classes

In the meantime I don't know if it's ever felt so good to twiddle my thumbs
and pack slowly

I hope you all have the most special and sweet few weeks


Sunday, August 10, 2014


Spiderweb Squared Saddle Ring with Aquamarine. 8.5.

Ferns inside and out

Spiderweb Necklace. Chrysoprase. Carved Coral Rose. Labradorite. Feather Back.

Small Spiderweb Posts. Sterling silver.

The Soul of All Things Singular Magic Earring. Variscite. Lace Lichen. Feather.

Libra Earrings. Full Range of Motion. 


These beautiful and colorful pieces are the last of the summer season
for SunnyRising.

I am so excited to offer them,
and I am so excited to take a long vacation to be with family and rest.

I will be listing these and a few more things (already claimed and reserved)
tomorrow afternoon

If you wish to reserve anything you see above please convo me in the Metal Shop.

I also have something very exciting for the Leather Shop this week, also - toward mid-week. I'll keep you posted!

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Just For Mama

In the midst of keeping everything tidy
and thriving
I've taken fifteen minutes a day to work toward spoiling myself rotten.
What is the point of making art if you never gift the hands that work
or the heart that lets it all come through?

I took the biggest, juiciest piece of chrysoprase my world has ever known
and surrounded it with pieces that are filled
front and back with great meaning for this time in life.

Self-care may be chaotic at best these days, but 
it is happening 
and this is all that matters

I hope you are tending to yourselves, dear friends
even if you do it sporadically
and furtively


Sunday, August 3, 2014

My What a Difference Two Years Makes

Back when O was six months old….Roaring Camp Railroad.

Today it was so mild and sweet that we threw out the idea
of an afternoon at Roaring Camp and everyone was game.

Though the sounds and sights were so overwhelming for him, O was
in deep shaky bliss for the vast majority of the visit.

just as we did the last time, Schmilly and I both filled up with
tears several times watching his experience, remembering ours.
Holding hands.

How did he do all that growing in such a short time?
The days are long and the years fly….
so they say.