Love Conquers All...

We all remember our first love... traces of it are left behind in our hearts and souls and mark us as we journey forward...

Some of my earliest memories come from dusty childhood days that were filled with carefully scrutinizing rocks and pebbles for hidden treasures, and at the age of 10 I made my first seed bead bracelet to wear to school which led to other girls in my class wanting one too.

Between summers of hunting for treasures, Nancy Drew, and poems... my days were pretty full.

Even at an early age, I sensed that Mother Earth had a story to tell within each and every pebble and crystal. I carried around a little pocket guide for identifying minerals and in recent years my youngest daughter (she's 19) found this same guide at a book fair and gave me its priceless memory filled gift. It sits in my home studio in a place of honor for its sweet link to my budding geologist days, lol.

Each stone and crystal is a portion of Mother Earth's history. When storms ravage, the planet shakes, volcanoes erupt, somewhere a gemstone will be the result of that event. The earth tells this story and shares her wisdom thru these beautiful reminders. Crystals in their opalescence, chatoyancy, every hue... tells of the forces that shaped their destiny.

As I sit, quietly, I can hear their song of life force, I turn each bead, crystal, chip, type of metal, carefully and the piece is born of love and respect for the beauty that is left behind. Sometimes I recycle vintage components and weave them into the piece and found objects will land there too.

As an artisan, I am simply the canvas that showcases the beauty that is already there...
When a certain piece comes that speaks to another... the link is complete between the Earth, me, and the unique individual that purchases the piece...

And that joy is the the reason for these creations.

By putting together my unique creations with the perfect person... we link and complete a cycle. Free spirited and happy, am I.

Peace and blessings,
Deb
beekai.etsy.com