Those who know me know that I don't get political with people. It's not my thing. It does not feed my soul. I believe what I believe, and that's enough for me. Likewise, I get nothing out of complaining. Especially aimless, complaining-for-the-sake-of-it complaining. I try to live a purpose-driven life, and getting worked up over these sorts of things does not serve me. It's a trait that I had to develop and nurture quite a few years ago after hellish anxiety took me for a nosedive. I gently keep after it, as one softly blows on an ember to coax it into a steady fire. I remind myself that we have control over how we live our lives. It's a matter of accepting that control.
So, I'm going to stay true to form and stop myself right here. I am only going to leave you with a quote that a beautifully kind, like-minded soul gifted me recently. It's from Ray Bradbury's "Something Wicked This Way Comes". It dawned on me this morning that it applies pretty damn well to..........well, things of late:
He gathered the boy somewhat closer and thought, evil has only the
power that we give it. I give you nothing. I take back. Starve. Starve.
Starve.
Today's
earrings were named for these powerful words. They feature wee, smooth,
matte nuggets of veined howlite. I fell in love with these beads at a
local show recently--small, soft little pebbles that roll through your
hands like tears. I appreciate that they aren't polished to a shiny
gleam--I wish more stones were matte finished. I kept it simple, wire
wrapping them in links of three and dotting them with blackened silver
solder. Keep the fire burning and be strong, my friends.
Nikki
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