I've been a bit obsessed lately with thanking the land. The earth we both tread upon, the terroir that has grown us into the bodies we possess, the landscapes that mold our existence. I am, in my heart of hearts, a documenter. A recorder of sights and scents and travels and passages. This piece feels like a narrative for your heart; a story of wind currents and wild grasses, of rippling leaves and red-tailed hawks. There is substantial weight but simultaneously so so much room to breath.
(the second in the series)
(100% sterling silver)
(and of course, you can read more about it over in the shop)
(this may be too many parenthetical comments)
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In other news, the move north is fast approaching. I'll be leaving well before dawn tomorrow morning, logging a few hundred miles with a thermos of hot coffee and a trough of chopped fruits and veggies. With any luck I'll weave through the rivers and cliffs of the northern California-Oregon boarder, slip through Portland before traffic hits, cover that long, straight stretch of I5 through southern Washington and reach Seattle in time for cocktail hour. And with lots of luck, I'll find our new house. I've got one week to do it and could use all the crossed fingers and well wishes you can muster! That said, be well birds, and I'll see you next week!
~ Umber ~