Transformation, Transition and Peace

As I write this, my world is holding its breath.

Anticipation hangs in the air like a palpable cloud and the raw force of wind and atmosphere stands poised to barrell through my front door.  

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The trees know it, their roots push deep gripping the packed clay, white-knuckled against driving winds and pelting rain.

The sea knows also, she swells to make room for surging tides and waves that will slam into loose sand pulling everything into her abyss.

The people know as well, water, food, power all well-stocked and ready for days on their own.

 

Irene.

Did you know the name means Peace?

Peace - "freedom from any strife or dissention"

It is a true description of my mind in preparation for her arrival.

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You see, it started this summer with the addition of a new set of skills.

Learning how to create with flame and stone.

The manipulation of metal into shape and form.

And once again my mind is filled to the brim with ideas, shapes, and possibilities. 

This summer also brought growth.

Of a little boy on a bike and a little girl with a crayon, and the realization that I am needed to usher in more growth.

The healing of a woman who is my rock and her slow and steady march toward whole.

And as summer has begun to crawl into autumn, the change has become as palpable as Irene's arrival and I am fully aware of the need for more change and transformation.

The need to move from a path that I've been walking to a different path, one slightly more narrow, but much more rewarding.

There are books to be read and games to be played.

Languages to be spoken and bikes to be ridden.

Papers to write and proof-read and homes to be cared for.

There are letters to be drawn carefully, first as sticks and then as swirls.

There are colors to be learned and tests to be taken.

There are dogs to walk and entire planets to be discovered.

And I? I am needed...needed for all of this...and more than that, wanted as well.

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So as the world closes its doors to August and opens its windows to September I do the same.

You won't see me around here much anymore.

I'm leaving the keyboard for something more real, something with deeper substance and the precious time that I have will be jealously guarded and used in creation.

I have felt the desire to create again, this time with fire and flash of flame and with the stolen moments that I have I want to be free to do so.
To pour out my heart into my hands and watch it become silver and stone.

My little beads that have taken this journey with me for three years are becoming less and less the star of the show and though they still stand as little reminders of what I can do when determined, they have become a stepping stone left behind in a path of learning.

My shop will remain open until September 5th and the pieces of my heart stocked on its little shelves will still be there for you if you'd like them, but they will be the last.
On September 5th, everything will dissappear with the exception of the tutorials (I still believe firmly in knowledge shared) and my offerings of beaded things will be no more.

I'm sure little pieces will find their way to the shop in the future, but it will not be beads.
My heart is being pulled in a different more firm direction, and I must follow.

I still have commitments to keep and my embroidery class will still go on as planned, but I'm re-evaluating my time spent and where it should be spent and making decisions accordingly.

Thank you for your support in the past and even now.
It has truly been an honor to create for those of you who have trusted in my ability to teach and have wanted my offerings as part of a collection of adornments that could have come from any number of talented artists.

I'm off now to move porch furniture and tie down a trampoline and wait for the waves of wind to wash over my city and my home.
May your autumn begin and continue as mine has, with a wave of peace.