May 10, 2016 § Leave a comment
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life
You could practically feel everyone’s hearts breaking last month, when the shocking news of Prince’s death hit the news. We have lost so many talents this year already: David Bowie, Glenn Frey, Merle Haggard, Keith Emerson.
Good grief – it’s all too much.
Whenever I don’t know how to handle a loss, I play with my rocks for therapy. This time they are purple. For the “Her Purpleness” jewelry collection, my tribute to His Purpleness.
You can check out these and other “Her Purpleness” pieces here: http://boutique.ledajewelco.com/collections/her-purpleness
“There are those who do not realize that one day we all must die. But those who do realize this settle their quarrels”. Buddhist teaching.
July 8, 2015 § Leave a comment
When I start wallowing in sorrow, I like to play with my rocks. This past week (and if you’ve been reading any of the previous posts, I may as well throw in the last 12 months!) has brought some downers; among them a scary health issue (everything is OK), but I got a little spooked for a couple of days), and the death of two friends.
Although I’m bummed out, I am very fortunate that I get to make stuff. Making stuff is probably the most therapeutic thing one can do. So while I was wandering around wondering why we are all here on the planet, I was very pleased to get a bunch of requests for geode jewelry. Looking through my stash, I (as usual) got lost in the exposed glittery tiny worlds of these fascinating hollowed out rocks; and for awhile, forgot about my petty little problems.
Here’s a little batch of new pieces:
I would like to end this post with a song from a talent that died too soon:
March 19, 2015 § 2 Comments
A couple of months ago I was invited to lunch to meet a couple of Canadian women living in New Orleans (because I too am a Canadian living in New Orleans). Of course wouldn’t you know it: both of those damn Canadians are doing important work here in the Big Easy (helping the downtrodden, rebuilding communities, and generally making the world a better place). I on the other hand, make jewelry. To say that I felt shallow was an understatement. I mean, who really cares about JEWELRY in the grand scheme of things? Turns out, sometimes it’s important.
Last month my mother, who had been ill since last summer, took a turn for the worse. On my way to see her, I picked up a copy of New York Magazine – because Joni Mitchell was on the cover. I love Joni Mitchell (she’s Canadian). Inside, there was a piece that resonated with me:
Here’s one of the photographs:
You can read about this woman and the others here: 6 Women Tell the Stories of Their Lives Through the Stories of Their Jewelry
In between visits to see my mom in Canada, I had the good fortune to receive an order from a very nice man in New York: a set of stacking rings for his wife, with birthstones representing their children. They sent me a shot of the rings on his wife’s hand (I just love it when people do stuff like this, it makes what I do SO worth it).
My mom had given me her wedding bands on one of my visits last year. Each time I came to see her, we both knew that it may be the “last” time. I’ve been wearing them with my own bands ever since.
As complicated as mother/daughter relationships are, I am so pleased to be able to have these rings as a memento. For me, it brings the good stuff to mind.
When I came home, one of my clients suggested that I write about my grief. I want to thank everyone who took the time to write me, and send me their condolences. I have never met most of you, but I feel that I have, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
At the end of all the funeral stuff, I had a new client order a “matching” set of pieces for his wife – for their anniversary. If this is not important, I don’t know what is.
Rest in peace mom. And thanks for the jewelry.