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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.


The Joy of Tropism


The Joy of Tropism
The Joy of Tropism
(sterling silver and prehnite)

Arc, twirl, swell, unfurl, curve, burst,
All you green things,
All you growing things,
Spring is coming into her glory,
Raise your heads and stretch toward the light.
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Sometimes I just need to make something for the pure joy of being alive.  For the thrill of waking up, peering out the windows, and saying "it's going to be a gorgeous day."  That's what this little bauble is full of: the joy of just being alive.  Of growing upward and onward in both rain and shine.  Of being that green thing that wriggles and turns its face up.  Of happiness.  Of cherry blossoms.  Of the first wee threads of chartreuse popping up through the garden soil.  Of sunshine of the soul.

(if you need that little punch of delight in your life, she's heading to the shop now)
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April Showers
Have a gorgeous day you chickadees!