I haven’t written in a while, and I miss going to the place within me where I discover how I perceive life. When I don’t write, I get cut off from my inner eyes, the ones that see with all my senses, the ones with which I navigate the depths of my experience.
In that space where my writing is born, I embrace the full cycle of life and death. I face those parts of me that have ended, and I witness those that are born.
One day, no one will remember me. I am part of the chain of lives that are passing through. My longings on this path seem ephemeral, but I write them down to engage with myself and to hold my heart like a precious stone for as long as I am here.
Heirloom Ring.
Handmade with recycled sterling silver.
Soon in my online shop.