Moving Mountains

When this little piece of Crazy Lace landed on my doorstep it reminded of a mountain.

I set it on a piece of tracing paper, long side down and drew a tiny moon, a little cloud and a drop of a star cresting over the edge, peeking out behind a plume of Agate ripples.

But when I'm out in my little work shed alone I let my mind meditate and wander and just hover over the things that I've faced in the past month, the past year, personal mountains that I've overcome and some that seem impossible to scale and I couldn't stop thinking....

"Truly, I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt...you can say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea' and it will be done." 

So, I set the mountain sideways.

Forced over by faith and fire. I've seen mountains move before and I know that I'll see them move again. 

It's not perfect, but then I don't think the first ring should ever be perfect.

I'm still getting used to the color of silver on fire and how much pressure is needed to shape and form the edges, and the impatience of a pickle pot.

And always in the back of my mind a price tag knowing that it's a precious metal and even so a few little strips will have to be sacrificed to give way to the whole.

But that will all come in time.

In the meantime. I'm moving mountains.