Journal

Walking through the certain softness of golden hour,

The air nearly imperceptible.

Each step the click of a metronome

Attempting to count the time against the eternal lyricism of creation.

Such folly to think the song our own, or to claim we know its signature.

We are stewards of great beauty.

Privileged observers, moving through the everlasting presence,

That gift of certain softness, at every hour,

Always and forever.

You gaze upon my moon-streaked hair

With stardust in your eyes

And whisper me a song to sleep

With ancient lullabies

One Love that has always been

Realized in every face

Unworthy is this heart of mine

Held in such brilliant grace.

Cover me in canopy

Enveloped embrace of green.

Bathe me in your soft surround

That which I never tire

The rain befell the fluttering flow’r

The drops their chorus sing

Above my head

Please carry me

In the path of new found stream.

Instead I let the stone remain

Within my barefoot shoes

A penance for the little things

To which I can’t undo.

The geese stayed on till the New Year, then promptly took to the sky.  Their calls echoed through the vacuous air which held no perceptible movement that day.  I too stood motionless, boots sinking into the earth with my eyes to the trees which communed in the hedgerow.  I wished to be like them, silent observers of time with roots firmly planted in the ground and fingers stretched to the sky, like a bridge between two realms.  A single star appeared in the evening blue, looked upon me and said "my dear you are as the trees, rooted in these few square miles."

So simple, so true, how had I been so blind to this Wisdom? In that brief yet eternal moment, the whisper soared above the birdsong.  The space of one breath contained generations of stories, mine was no different.  I have lived moments elsewhere, and written adventures which are wonderfully dear to me, yet what remains the most remarkable is all that has happened within these few square miles. This small measure of earth contains the fullness of a life well lived.  The joyful complexities and bittersweet moments of love compose this soft melody, filled with astonishing gifts of friendship and family, mentors and acquaintances and everyone in between.  This small life has witnessed great moments of growth, courage, trust, and faith.  What a beautiful forest of memory to walk through.  I am indeed like a tree, with my roots in this singular place.  It is here I have always been, and here I shall happily spend my finite days, quietly observing the infinite.    

 XOXO

~E

I live in a microcosm

Feeling separate from the world.

Sitting in my garden

Among the quilted leaves of hostas,

And tiny lavender blooms of lemon thyme.

My best friend ever at my feet

Guard and greeter.

If I am still, this tiny world seems endless.

Living, moving, growing, singing.

Hundreds, really - thousands of lives around me.

Unknown to me.

I am unknown to them.

All are ever present.

I am nothing.

When I focus on this earth,

Lost in the sea of dirt.

Even when it’s beauty dazzles.

Temperance.

Infinitely Finite.

How do I reach beyond?

How do I truly grow?

I will be debuting this little collection June 11th and 12th at my first big show of the 2022 season, the Allentown Art Festival in Buffalo, NY. This collection has been a very long time coming. Over the years, I have wanted to create jewelry pieces of this nature, and people have often requested I make them as well, but it never really felt that simple or right to act upon at the time. I needed to move from a less hollow place to something more hallowed. It is not that my life was vacant of the spark of faith, more that I needed to align my heart completely; to create within it a disposition that is fully receptive to the great Love. I wanted to create these works with a true, complete prayerfulness and warmth of intent. These years that I have spent at home in the studio have given me the quiet space for the wonderful opportunity of discernment. Though I still have far to go, I now feel ready, humbled and grateful for the gift that is crafting these sacred symbols.  

I will not be formally listing these items on the website until after the show in Buffalo, it is too much work to create all of the photos and item descriptions in the hopes that they will quickly find homes with visitors at the show. I do however want to give you first choice, so please, if anyone is interested in a specific piece feel free to email me at adorncontact@yahoo.com and I will gladly share the specifics.  

If you miss out, no worries, I do plan on making more as time goes on! 

XOXO

~E

Every day is learning 

How to speak again. 

The language lost in years wandering this world. 

Return to the wonder with soft eyes. 

Envision that which cannot be seen 

Dancing on the breeze  

Caressed by the leaves 

Waving in the painted sky dotted with stars. 

It all melts away 

Till it is nothing but breath. 

Slow 

Silent 

Sleep. 

Look up! See the golden hour,

The glow upon the newborn leaves.

Floating with every step

Upon the lilac laden breeze.

My mind it tingles with the dappled sunlight

My thoughts they effervesce.

Tears of gratitude well within my eyes

For this beautiful life,

This undeserved gift.

Breath in the peaceful moment

Hold it tenderly and keep it forever in my heart.

The first breath of Spring

Heavy, hazy and sweet with awakening.

Sun hanging low and

nearly full moon at it’s opposite.

A multitude of feathered song

Exclaim in between.

Rejoice!

This moment of peace

I will hold in my heart

to carry me through.

xoxo

~E

Thank you to everyone who supported me this year. It was a roller coaster and my most challenging one to plan around business-wise. I was hoping to see more of you in-person this year, but things just didn't turn out that way. I am so grateful for all of you who did get a chance to visit me in person earlier this year and/or place an order online. Every ounce of support matters greatly to me, and I am at a loss of words to describe my gratitude. Every social media post like/share, every note of encouragement, and every piece of jewelry that has found a home with you has meant the world.   

Today I put on my old store holiday music playlist while wrapping up that last few orders that came in over the weekend. It is making me feeling a little nostalgic for the days of twinkling displays, bustling footsteps, rustling bags of gifts and the abundance of smiles, love and joy all around. As much as I miss seeing everyone, I will tell you that working from my home studio has provided me the opportunity to fulfill my creative endeavors while providing a more steady environment for my daughter in these rocky pandemic days. Everyone who has continued to support my business has given me an immeasurable gift of comfort and love when it has been needed the most.  

My heart is full. Thank you for everything. I mean it with every fiber of my being.

Sending you warmth and love on this chilly winter day.

~E