All of you that are reading are this right now
are important to me…so special.
You know how much I hate traveling.
Before we left for the ballet goings-on last weekend,
(when I should have been putting the costumes in the car)
I made myself this
and this necklace.
and another necklace that I can’t show
It’s on a cord, and still around my neck.
I ran out of time and just knotted it on.
Some of these medals I have had since I was a girl.
Some are my Dad’s.
Some are just lucky findings.
and parts of broken rosaries.
I am not a jewelry artist,
but I do think my love shines through.
I think they are magical.
And so they were.
And when I clapped…
you could hear bells.
Being the mom of a dancer,
there is lots of time to kill.
So, I went-a-looking
She is still on my kitchen floor.
Perhaps, I ought to save her story
and my interpretation for those who ask.
Oh, another thing I was doing in-be-twixt
My offering for this weeks IA challenge.
Perfect word for reflecting on
and creating about.
Join us here.
I will post mine tomorrow or Friday.
PS: To the Healing Woman and everyone…I was so behind in visiting that sometimes a comment of my own would have sounded redundant.
Cheryl, you and Lisa Wright did an awesome collaboration. Pure Magic.