Occult Water Collection

The Occult Water Collection features sterling silver statement rings and pendants with teal and blue glass centerpieces, as well as some blue Owyhee opal pieces.

I never know where to start when I try to describe the inspiration for a collection because it usually starts out with one thing, and by the time I’m deep into it, it’s morphed into another. So, I’ll just dive into where I am right now with it.

Teal glass set in abstract, hand-fabricated, sterling silver.

This collection came to me in a meditation. One of my goals for 2019 was to spend more time living in the place of “flow.” You know, that magical feeling of everything aligning perfectly. It is the best feeling in the world.

As I was meditating on that state it seemed obvious that images of water would come. In fact, sometimes as I sit in meditation I use the water analogy of a river…seeing any distracting thoughts drifting right by me so that I can settle into stillness.

Silver Ring with Teal Centerpiece, and Stamped Band

On this particular day I wasn’t using the river analogy but right in front of me, in my my mind’s eye, a rushing river with a giant boulder in the middle of it appeared. The water parted effortlessly around the obstacle, and flowed easily past it. It was immediately clear how this vision paralleled life.

When the water came upon a potential encumbrance, it didn’t complain, it didn’t resist, it just moved on by, just as we should when we come up against blockages.

Stylized Evil Eye Ring - Sterling Sliver and Aqua Glass

I was reminded of the power of water. Given enough time, that yielding force of the rushing current will wear that rock down to nothing, and the water will not be diminished one bit. I can get behind that. Be more like water.

So, that’s how it initially hit me, and you can get a feel for the intention behind the pieces. The state of mind I was in while creating them.

Flow. Water. Yielding. 

That’s how it all started. But why occult? Stay tuned.

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The Summertime Funk

Is Summertime Funk a Real Thing?

It’s kind of like the summer cold…it doesn’t make any sense. Summer is supposed to be the best time of the year. Unless that’s just me trying to hold on to those carefree summers as a kid. You think I’d have given that up by now, especially considering that I’ve lived in Arizona for over 20 years and summer is definitely NOT the best time of year.

Here's how it goes...

First, I go into panic mode thinking, “Oh no, not this again. How long is it going to last? What do I need to do to stop it? Please don’t let it last as long as last time.”

Then I go into a little self-loathing, and start blaming myself for getting back to this point: “I should have seen this coming and prevented it! I should have known better! Stupid me for letting my guard down and thinking life could be good forever.” I hate when my brain turns all mean on me and won’t let up.

Next is the taking of inventory: “What happened around the time that this started? Diet? Stress? Exercise? Sleep? I usually decide that it’s a combination of all of those. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself [Read with sarcastic tone] >>: Because, you know, I should be able to control everything, right? What kind of weakling am I? 

Finally, I start to have a little breakthrough in my problem-solving and hopefully find the right solution for me at that moment whether it be medication, some type of supplement that has been lacking, and getting back square with those other things I mentioned above.

Getting Back to Basics...

As I regain my vigilance in all the things I mentioned above, and I wait for things to settle down I try not to dwell on it, and try to not be angry with myself, because I’ve come to find that any type of stress makes it a thousand times worse. My adrenals do NOT like stress. I mean, who likes stress? But for me it’s different, it can really knock me down if it’s too much for a sustained period of time, and I suspect that this cycle started to build at the beginning of the year but I think I’m getting back on track and righting what I’ve neglected in my self-care.

This time around my saving grace has been embroidery, and getting caught up on Netflix. The stitching is soothing, and Netflix is a distraction that keeps me from thinking about everything I should be doing but just can’t at the moment. If it gets really bad I nap with the puppies.

Naps with puppies are always good.

What about you? Do you experience a summer funk?

Your Sensitivity Offends Me.

I’ve been thinking a lot the last couple days about people who have posted on facebook about others being offended by things, by being too sensitive. Of course, being one of those sensitive people, I read those comments directly. It is a hot-button topic for me. I have learned to keep my sensitivities to myself because of hearing comments like this my whole life. It’s no fun being judged for having feelings, for your nature, for who you are inside. It serves to negate ones existence.

I think of saying it to my kids, to any child. “Stop being so sensitive.” And it breaks my heart. But, oh, you may say, they are children, they will learn as they get older, to have thicker skin. They’ll grow out of their childish nature. That right there, is the problem. Squashing the vulnerability out of people pushes compassion underground and leads to more people who cannot handle more gentle temperaments. I could go into my own rant about the nature of our world right now, and how much better it would be if people were a little more aware of this, but that’s another post for another time.

There are so many layers to these kinds of comments. Here they are, saying that people shouldn’t take things so seriously. They are offended by people being offended, and voicing their opinion about it. What they are really saying is, “I want to be offensive (if even subtly), I don’t want have to think about everything I say, and I don’t want you to speak up about it if I’m callous because it makes me feel bad. It makes me look in the mirror.” As if they are somehow threatened by someone who points out, what they feel are, injustices. If not that, why is it so offensive to them? Why do they even care?

They are saying the same thing that the sensitive posters are saying, “I want to be able to speak my mind without someone jumping down my throat and judging me.” I defend a person’s right to say what they want to say, but I am also glad that there are consequences of rebuttal. In my opinion, labelling the consequences of a counter-argument as whining is lazy. It really is the old adage of, you can dish it out but you can’t take it when it comes back your way. It’s pretty much the definition of bullying. I’m stronger and harder, and you’re wimpy and soft, so I’m going to exert my callousness so you shut up.

I just can’t understand. People feel hurt, and you’re telling them not to have feelings. Toughen up. Stop being such a baby. Stop speaking up. The thing is … I think the world needs more sensitive people. For every sensitive person out there, it may be one less person that will judge you, because they experience deeply how that feels. Think about it. More people thinking about how their words and actions affect others. Sure, you may think, where is the fun in that? I won’t be able to say half of the things in my head. Welcome to adulthood. It’s called self-control. Compassion.

Say what you want, but don’t be offended when someone has a differing opinion and wants to voice it as well. Practice what you preach.

Ironic, isn’t it?