TIme Away~

i was gone a little while. wandering. i was not on vacation, although i wish i was. my hands ache from making so many things. i hope for empty spaces filled with inspiration and time, loads of time in january. i need it. i did go to visit friends, but managed to work, because orders were due. we went to seattle one day, three of us. i included a few photos of my walk in the city....

somebody asked me today what i do when i feel like i have been just stuck in the house all day. unable to motivate myself to get out. i told her, i think of places that inspire me and i make myself go to them. for refuge. one of the places i went to one day for inspiration is now a place i am spending two days a week at. another jewelry artist needed some help and so i open her studio/store front and get to work on my own things while i keep the place open until she comes in. i like it, it gets me out of the house. her space is very lovely and so inspiring. wanna peek?

so, as orders wind down, i am making notes of how i want to revamp things. what i want to create.....i've got some ideas up my sleeve. not just jewelry, but art too. i will share as things unfold.

what is everyone out there doing?

i will try not to fall off the face of the earth again. i like being around...i do.

i read some mary oliver poems the other night to a friend while she drew sketches. what a beautiful way to spend time . i know a friend out there who will wish i could come over and read her poems, while we sip tea. her dog would be close by sleeping. a baby growing in her belly would be listening.....just an idea for you all out there.

The Return--Part 1. by Mary Oliver

When I went back to the sea

it wasn't waiting.

Neither had it gone away.

All its musics were safe and sound: the circling gulls

were still a commonplace, the fluted shells

rolled on the shore

more beautiful than money-

oh, yes, more beautiful than money!

the thick necked seals

stood in the salted waves with their soft, untroubled faces

gazing shoreward-

oh, bed of silk,

lie back now on your blackness your fields of sunlight

that i may look at you.

i am happy to be home.

i wish i could come and whisper you a poem~