What Pride Month Means to Me

You don’t have to change. You never did.

We are each born unique—not by mistake, but by some deep design.

The real madness was ever believing there’s a “normal” way to be. There isn’t. There never was.

I celebrate Pride to honor existence as it really is: honest, layered, imperfect, radiant.


To those who were told they don’t belong—by family, by faith, by silence:

You do. You belong.


To those still hiding, still carrying shame, still trying to shrink or disappear:

I see you. I’ve been you. And I promise—there is nothing wrong with how you are.


To those who fought to live out loud—and carved space for others to follow:

Bravo. Thank you.


We were never broken.

52

Today I turn 52, and I’ve come a long way.

I’m learning to feel my pain—and the pain of those I love—without needing to fix it.
I can ask for what I need and stay steady, even when others want something else. I’ve stopped believing there’s only one right way to live. Moment by moment, I choose what a good life means to me. And I see myself thrive.

I listen to my body—and I trust it when it asks to rest, to move, or to step away. I’m on my side. I enjoy my own company and give myself the care I once longed for from others.

I listen closely to what I feel, because I experience everything intensely. I now offer myself the same compassion, warmth, and encouragement I used to give only outwardly.

I play again, like I did as a child.
I dance freely, without anyone watching.

I’m proud of the path I’ve walked to offer this friendship to the one who needed it most: me.

If any of this resonates, know you’re not alone.
It’s never too late to come home to yourself.

With love,

J

Inner Landscapes

The Inner Landscapes Series will be available this Wednesday at 1 PM (Mexico City time) in my online shop.

Five one-of-a-kind pieces, each forged from fire, memory, and hope.
Rings can be resized to fit sizes 6 to 10.5.

As always, every piece is made entirely by hand with recycled sterling silver.

May each one arrive where it’s needed.

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After the Burn

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This is a spatial eye, the kind that sees from above. Calm, discerning, a little strange. At its center, amber burns like fire. Above it, a silver rainbow flickers with mischief. It looks like a flying saucer, or a head lost in the clouds.

The piece is marked by fire, burnt at the edges, transformed. But like a rainbow after a storm, something clear and luminous emerges. This eye sees what comes after difficulty: the truth only fire can reveal.

On the back, two plaques are stamped with AMOR FATI—the love of fate—the freedom to embrace what comes. A quirky little relic, and a reminder: when life spins fast, meet it with humor, clarity, and a wide, knowing eye.

After the Burn.
Made by hand with recycled sterling silver and amber.
Offered soon in my online shop.

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Forged to See

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A strand of eyes, guarded by lines of raised silver dots. Medieval, fire-forged, almost punk. Chunky but close to the skin. Like armor. Like pearls. It rests at the throat, where truth waits to be seen and spoken.

This year, my prayer has been simple: I am willing to see the world as it is. It has shaken me and freed me. What remains is this: inner truth is the real freedom.

Forged to See.
Recycled sterling silver.
Coming soon to my online shop.

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Within the Fern

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I shaped a rectangle of silver, a small fortress of quiet strength. Inside it, a fern spirals upward, sensing change, leaning gently. It whispers: remain flexible. Move with the wind.

This ring is a reminder: I am my own ground. Sturdy. Whole. Rooted in myself. No storm can unmake me. I bend, but I do not break. I keep growing.

Within the Fern.
Forged with recycled silver.

Jenia

When Jenia wrote me this after receiving her necklace, I was moved to tears. With her permission, I’m sharing this passage that beautifully captures the moment:

As soon as I put my time amulet on, I felt such joy at the soothing sound and at how the pieces danced with every movement! You may smile, but a childhood memory came to mind…I was staying during the summers at the village where my grandparents lived, and there was always that time of the day when the last bits of light extinguish into the mystery of the dusk, when the streets would flood with the bell sounds of hundreds of herd animals: cows, sheep, donkeys, bulls and goats… all making their way back home from a day of pasture, back to safety and with their trusted person. It was so fascinating, the warmth of that sound,  but more so the wonder “How can the animals each tell their home?” After all, all we did was leave the door open… :)

Now I am that little Taurus returning home to myself guided by trust and instincts…and there’s something old but also something new in me, just like you wrote in your description, just like the old day and the new night in the song of the bells…

You really got onto something quite mysterious and unique with this peace and all I can say is: I accept it with utmost honor and humility, with gratitude for the love invested in it and the desire to extend what was given to me to those around me! The jewelry is the bridge, we are the shores on both ends. Let us sit and contemplate by the river of time.

Thank you Jennifer from the bottom of my heart! Thank you for everything you do!

Love,
Jenia

Inner Map

We are all wired differently, and that’s not a flaw, it’s a map. You don’t need to fix yourself. Just start noticing what lights you up. That’s the truest part of you. Nurture it, follow it, trust it. Comparison will blur your vision—but love will bring it into focus.

Inner Map Ring.
Handbuilt with imagination and recycled sterling silver.

Trace of the Sea

I made this small rectangular ring—quiet in form, but full of motion. Across its surface, I soldered wavy strips of silver, then added chiseled lines that run in different directions.

It made me think of grasses bending in the wind, or the shifting surface of the ocean. It’s such a small space, but somehow it holds movement. Not a snapshot, but a feeling of change caught mid-breath.

What I want it to say—without words—is that everything is always moving. Nothing stays. Except maybe the one who watches. The one who holds space. That’s what I feel like sometimes—the container, the vessel. The constant, inside the flow.

It reminds me of growth, of water, of the impossibility of holding on. You can see it, feel it, but never truly keep it. It slips through. It becomes something else. That’s what I love most, I think. That it doesn’t need to be controlled to be powerful. That wildness has its own kind of peace.

Trace of Sea Ring.
Forged in silence with recycled sterling silver.

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Shop Update: Relics of Time

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My latest series, Relics of Time, is now live.

In these five new pieces, I’m letting go of perfect corners. Letting the fire speak.

 Reticulated surfaces hold traces of that fire—where it softened edges, disrupted certainty, and brought beauty through quiet destruction.



Each piece carries this gesture: of release, of transformation, of time made visible.

This mirrors where I am too—loosening control, softening my gaze, meeting life with more kindness and less striving.

These are relics of that journey.

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Centering

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I made this ring as a kind of anchor.

Three layers of silver.
A cross at the center with a small dot—me, maybe.
The lines are chiseled by hand, radiating outwards, like those God’s eyes we made
with yarn in the 70s.
Or like something ancient and ceremonial, like a papal ring.
Everything in it leads to the center, or comes from it.

It’s weighty. Solid in the hand, and in meaning.

Every piece I create holds a reflection of my soul, and this one speaks to the way I feel now:
Whole.
Centered.
I’m no longer torn between a thousand directions.
No longer trying to fit in.
No longer seeking to belong to anyone else.

I belong to me.
And it feels calm.
It feels right.
It feels like truth.

Centering Ring.
Forged with purpose from recycled sterling silver.

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The Shape of Time

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Texture of the past.

Silence of now.

One shape speaks in history,

the other in essence.

You’re still here.

Lighter.

More you.

The Shape of Time.
Forged with fire and recycled sterling silver.

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Trust What You See

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A darkened silver eye—quiet, alert.
Etched into fire-scarred metal.
It doesn't just look.
It perceives.
We live in a world that rewards doubt,
That trains us to override instinct,
To question what is clearly there.
But your body remembers.
Your perception is sacred.
Now more than ever,
Trust what you see. Know what you know.

Trust What You See.
One of a kind. Hand-forged in recycled sterling silver.

Ancestral Geometry

A ring shaped like a doorway
three rows of ancient zig-zags carved in silver,
like the herringbone walls women paint with earth and ash
in the villages of Burkina Faso.

When I was young, I would turn the pages of books and marvel at how they transformed clay into magic
beautifying their homes not to impress,
but to belong more deeply to the land and to each other.

This piece carries that memory.
A tribute to raw beauty,
to the language of hands,
to the sacred geometry of everyday life.

Ancestral Geometry Ring
Handcrafted with recycled sterling silver.

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The Depth of You

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Sometimes the surface is all we see—

a city of lines, moving fast, holding shape.

But underneath,

there’s a rhythm only you know.

A pulse that rises and falls with feeling.

And deeper still,

something ancient lives in you—

intact, waiting, powerful.

This ring holds that quiet truth.

The Depth of You.
Made by hand, made to remember.
MUSIBATTY | Full Metal Beauty

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Sanctum

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They say a bird once flew between worlds,
forged in twilight silver,
with a heart of crystal to hold the truth.
It carries no lies, no chains -only peace, freedom, and the courage to be seen.

Sanctum Talisman.
Handmade with recycled sterling silver and transparent quartz.

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Womb of Stars

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Constellations remind me that we’re never alone. Every step we take becomes part of a larger pattern –invisible, but deeply felt. We move through this life shaping one another, just by being here.

This piece carries that feeling –of quiet connection, of being part of something vast and meaningful.

Do you ever feel that, too? Like your path is part of a story bigger than you?

Womb of Stars.
Hand-forged with recycled sterling silver.
As singular as a heartbeat.