When I start wallowing in sorrow, I like to play with my rocks. This past week (and if you’ve been reading any of the previous posts, I may as well throw in the last 12 months!) has brought some downers; among them a scary health issue (everything is OK), but I got a little spooked for a couple of days), and the death of two friends.
Although I’m bummed out, I am very fortunate that I get to make stuff. Making stuff is probably the most therapeutic thing one can do. So while I was wandering around wondering why we are all here on the planet, I was very pleased to get a bunch of requests for geode jewelry. Looking through my stash, I (as usual) got lost in the exposed glittery tiny worlds of these fascinating hollowed out rocks; and for awhile, forgot about my petty little problems.
Here’s a little batch of new pieces:
I would like to end this post with a song from a talent that died too soon: