Saturday, April 30, 2011


Greetings from, Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, Utah

xo, Ro

Thursday, April 28, 2011

From the Beautiful Southwest

Hello everybody, I have good wifi at the moment. It's 30ish degrees outside, much more comfortable in the camper so I thought I'd send you some pictures.

lichens and geodes in limestone in beautiful Walnut Canyon Arizona for all my rock friends.

cliff dwellings, remnants of the ancients

grass resembling wreaths


on the road to New Mexico

land of enchantment indeed

enchanting, no?

My compadres and trusty steed in Gallup

taxidermy gone awry, he heeee!!!!

roadside beauty

big sky

Ship Rock


keyhole and shadow


lots of space, park and hike, explore

in Colorado


todays menu.....

xo Ro

Monday, April 25, 2011

Before I Go

I will be wending my way today to Colorado with friends to explore Mesa Verde but before I leave I'm writing to tell you about a wonderful evening I spent with Eric on Saturday. We drove to UCLA and attended a lecture and poetry reading by Kay Ryan who constructs tiny weighty little poems and Billy Collins who's wit and conversational style of poetry have made his work extremely popular. His poems are like a journey, often starting light and humorous leading sometimes to a profound conclusion. Often his words just poke fun at the human condition.
When I say lecture it was more like an informal living room chat as the two joked, reminisced, poked fun at each other and themselves. Both poets have been the poet laureate of the United States, Kay having just earned the Pulitzer. Billie asked Kay how she'd learned that she had won the Pulitzer. " A friend called and told me they had read it on Twitter" Billy replied "Oh it was hearsay"

I love hearing Billy read his own poems. ( several can be sourced on you tube) We sat in front of Stven Spielberg in the fourth row and enjoyed a very special evening.

There was a book signing afterwards, both poets were warm and affable. I had some books signed and chatted briefly with both. I had "The Trouble with Poetry" signed for you. Leave a brief comment and if you haven't already joined on to follow my blog, it would be nice to have you here. Don't follow me on facebook, I'm not there, I'm out hiking. Don't twitter or tweet me I'd rather work or read. Just leave a comment and I'll draw a name on my return and send you the book.

excerpt from; The Trouble With Poetry where Billy pokes fun at the creative process.


The birds are in their trees,
the toast is in the toaster,
and the poets are at their windows.

They are at their windows
in every section of the tangerine of earth-
the Chinese poets looking up at the moon,
the American poets gazing out
at the pink and blue ribbons of sunrise.

The clerks are at their desks,
the miners are down in their mines,
and the poets are looking out their windows
maybe with a cigarette, a cup of tea,
and maybe a flannel shirt or bathrobe is involved.

The proofreaders are playing the ping-pong
game of proofreading,
glancing back and forth from page to page,
the chefs are dicing celery and potatoes,
and the poets are at their windows
because it is their job for which
they are paid nothing every Friday afternoon.

Which window it hardly seems to matter
though many have a favorite,
for there is always something to see-
a bird grasping a thin branch,
the headlights of a taxi rounding a corner,
those two boys in wool caps angling across the street.

The fishermen bob in their boats,
the linemen climb their round poles,
the barbers wait by their mirrors and chairs,
and the poets continue to stare
at the cracked birdbath or a limb knocked down by the wind.

By now, it should go without saying
that what the oven is to the baker
and the berry-stained blouse to the dry cleaner,
so the window is to the poet.

Just think-
before the invention of the window,
the poets would have had to put on a jacket
and a winter hat to go outside
or remain indoors with only a wall to stare at.

And when I say a wall,
I do not mean a wall with striped wallpaper
and a sketch of a cow in a frame.

I mean a cold wall of fieldstones,
the wall of the medieval sonnet,
the original woman's heart of stone,
the stone caught in the throat of her poet-lover.

Have a lovely week everybody, xo Rochelle

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Dear You

Friday, April 22, 2011

On This Good Friday

On a day
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a

My eyes are like the sun that makes promises;
the promise of life
that it always

each morning.

The living heart gives to us as does that luminous sphere,
both caress the earth with great

This is a breeze that can enter the soul.
This love I know plays a drum. Arms move around me;
who can contain their self before my beauty?

Peace is wonderful,
but ecstatic dance is more fun, and less narcissistic;
gregarious He makes our lips.

On a day when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open
and the love starts.

Today is such
a day.

*On a Day When the Wind is Perfect

"Tribute" earrings can now be found here.
xo, Ro

Thursday, April 21, 2011


"Tribute to the Owl"
I designed a new pair of earring for my shop yesterday while waiting in the doctors office.

A very rude and agitated man came in after me and started making unreasonable demands on the young receptionist. If there's one thing I won't tolerate it's a bully. I was writing my check when he sidled up next to me and began another string of rabid demands, I turned to him and asked him to calm down, when he yelled in my face, I'm not talking to you, I replied you're not "talking" to anyone.........argh#@***^@! s o m e p e o p l e !! the way they navigate though life never ceases to amaze me.

I was there to have my blood pressure checked so I knew I needed to settle down, I turned my check over and entered the world of jewelry design. I became lost in my thoughts far away from the waiting room with powder blue carpeting.

It was late when I finished these so I took them outside in the dimming light for a better shot. The wonderful larger faceted agate beads are mined near Kramers Junction or "the four corners" section of the Mojave Desert. I bought them several years back from an elderly prospector. It's fun finding and using local materials, these agates are in various colors from brown to white and everything in between, the color of the great horned owl.

Laura stopped by in the even dimmer light, still this is a good representation of scale.

Announcement; My shop will be closed next week, I've been invited on a camping trip to Mesa Verde in Colorado, where I'll be hiking and photographing and enjoying a spring break with friends. Eric will stay home and work as our garden show draws near. I'll bring my computer but I never have any idea if I'll have the power :)

In the mean time have a lovely day today, xo Ro

*I'll be adding these new dangles today and working on a few more

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


night stand before

and after.

I saw a woman using this on a gallery wall. It really is magic, now I can't live without it.
Have a great day all, xo Ro

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Seeking Solitude

I awoke feeling quiet and greedy for nature today. Yesterday was gray and drizzly which always adorns things in shameless beauty.

I walked up to look for the owl but I could'nt find him. I decided to explore his neighborhood instead.

So I found a nice big patch of lupine and sat down.

The canyon is narrow and deep, the sound of water, a small spilling creek, birds.

A shadow washes over me and I know who has come...

I look up and find the redtail gracing me with outstretched wings, tips slightly bowed, circling , rising.

New work can now be found here.
xo Ro