12 September 2014


In reading words that a friend wrote me, I thought lightly of the cycle that is birth, life, death and for some faiths, rebirth and reincarnation. She said, Samsara. She said it is only one life of many I'll know. I don't share that faith, but I do share that sentiment.

Everything changes.

We can, those of us whom believe in the short span of breath and long span of eternity elsewhere, call it a "life phase". We can call it a season, a stage, or a stepping stone. We call it temporary. We say, this too... shall pass.

She wrote, "Samsara speaks of flowing into and within oneself, of sempiternal wandering and the constant flux that is our existence." I cannot wrap my faith around the notion of being born to the world over and over again, but I have been born unto myself repeatedly. So regularly, in fact, that I begin to hear my own rhythm. I've been delivered from pasts, from pains, from fears. With every ring of growth around that solid and arborescent soul, I know without doubt that there have been many lives indeed. Memory tells me so. The mirror tells me so. 

I do not know of the upcoming design for me, and I do not know if we are meant to break through everything we feel we must. I know I am thankful for moving waters, for the cyclone wind that is change and fresh air- that which carries us beyond the stagnant places where we might otherwise furl and forget ourselves. There is, in the echo of recognition and the deja vu of turning pages, a quiet affirmation that yes... all things will begin again.

Samsara, she had said. I reread it, nodding.  Nodding and sitting still in the oscillation that is this life...where every second is a second chance.

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These rings were built in multiple layers of silver.  Some etched, all pierced, all soundly soldered in a way that adds depth and degrees of light.  All details have been addressed from front to back, as life is spherical and three dimensional- meant to be seen from all perspectives, regarded from without and reflected upon within.  Each tiny pallion of silver was hammered and individually placed- an exercise in patience, an act of dedication to the moment at hand, and a humbling exercise in this wonderful artform that so many of us love.  I hope you enjoy them.  I so enjoy them.  I so enjoy us.

Happy Friday, y'all.


  1. i do enjoy looking at these….samsara….the flow, the wandering that these represent.

  2. Our living deaths and rebirths can be so hard. And it seems like with each one our eyes open a little wider. The fog lifts just a bit. I wonder over and over how I could have been so blind for all this time. But thank the good Lord, he knows when to hand me what comes next.
    Beautiful translation of life into silver. Beautiful.

    1. So glad to hear from you... I've thought of you so often. Thank you for being here, lady. Sending hugs from my corner to yours. xx