Explorations Into Liminality
“and there came an arm and a hand above the water and met it and caught it, and so shook it thrice and brandished it, and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.”

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A Silver Bee

Bee Spiral  Fine Silver Necklace

Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

The Bee, by Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Douce, N'est-ce pas?

Caught up in the sweet romance February brings...

Rose Essence. I kept this for myself! I couldn't resist; precious metal clay bouquet with pink mystic quartz like drops of rosewater, strung on antique mauve seed beads and closes with a ruby and rhodochrosite clasp.

Rosebud Earrings with pink andalusite

Beloved Amethyst Earrings