The return of Beauty

Easter, Equinox, Eostre, all celebrated at this time of year. The return of effusive Beauty, named Spring. This is the time of year when the Cherry Blossoms dazzle and baby birds living there delight. Early morning birdsong reveals tender blooms in a resurrecting sun. The push of purple, pink, yellow and blue from the soil demand Beauty’s reverence. This lush view has come at a price.

As days become warmer and longer, I too find myself venturing out of myself and of my self-imposed winter cave. A mental exile seemingly. One of those barren, neutral grey spaces, a sparse and eerie landscape. Think jutting driftwood and dried bleached bovine skulls, a singular black raven. European black and white art cinema images come to mind.

My recent winter’s abiding and at times, overwhelming sense of urgency and dread has reached feverish pitch and only now begins to break. I question whether this is a collective sigh,,, only to be picked up again, with it’s viciousness, following the collective’s normalizing celebration of Easter, Passover and Spring. Either way the land is inhospitable to my soul, and therefore my ability to access the realms of Beauty have regularly fallen short. There have been few life sustaining elements in the glare of a new reality save One Love and Hope. My attempt to break free of Fear’s grip and Ignorance’s wounding, has given way to an evolved Surrender. A letting go to a moment of free flight where my limited understanding is unfettered. An acceptance, where while awareness of fear and ignorance remain, their strong sting remains far below. For this moment.

From the height of fever’s screaming view, I have beheld a promised land. In a brief unguarded moment standing in a roundabout of Elder trees through Logan Circle, to a moment of stillness that sees through the nubile canopy of pink over-head. Spontaneous moments like these, collectively have opened to a new level of understanding. That which I give my attention, my focus to, has me. There I am, right where I focus. This can be done, this is how to loosen a hold. With this heraldic break I’m venturing and endeavoring to turning my gaze. As I look to Spring sun’s promise and warmth, it pulls me through recent Change’s icy grip. This is to be a life practice.


Whew, time to shake it off. Remember this one? Shake it off!

We all know shopping can be therapeutic, so I’ve been told, heard, tried, whatever, you get it. Rio Grande , a jeweler’s be and end all, serves as my therapy outlet. This resource is always offering balm to a battered passion that awaits Beauty’s return. I’m hoping dressed as creativity.

A few new toys in my toybox. An inside ring holder to assist my favorite stone setting techniques. An attachment for my vise allowing the securing of small items. There are attachments on attachments to boot, again for stone setting and to come, possible carving, etc. At times it has felt as if I’m back playing field goals with a small triangular folded piece of paper shooting small bits of silver and gold across my Studio. Playtime again indeed!  I’m eager to explore their potential uses, and in the pursuit perhaps hoping to express Beauty adorned.

Going forward I aspire to, at a weekly minimum, report back here with what’s new and sparkly for JasprCraggJewelry.

Thanks for following along the journey. Hoppy Easter, Passover, Oester, vernal equinox fest, however you celebrate the constancy of Spring,  here is to the return of Beauty.

Your questions and/or comments concerning JasprCraggJewelry are always welcome below.

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Aspiring goldsmith pursuing Beauty through playful passion in metal and stone.

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