Sunday, December 6, 2015



I can't speak for elsewhere,
but here on Earth there’s a fair supply of everything.
Here we manufacture chairs and sorrows,
scissors, tenderness, transistors and violins,
teacups, dams and quips.

There may be more of everything elsewhere,
but for reasons left unspecified they lack paintings, 
picture tubes, pirogies, handkerchiefs for tears.

Here we have countless places with vicinities.
You may take a liking to some, 
give them pet names,
 protect them from harm.

There may be comparable places elsewhere, 
but no one thinks them beautiful.

 Like nowhere else, or almost nowhere,
you're given your own torso here.
equipped with all the accessories required
for adding your own children to the rest.
Not to mention arms, legs and astounded head.

Ignorance works overtime here,
something is always being counted, compared, measured, 
from which roots and conclusions are then drawn.

I know, I know what you’re thinking.
Nothing here can last,
since from and to time immemorial the elements hold sway.
But see, even the elements grow weary
and sometimes take extended breaks
before starting up again.

And I know what you're thinking next.
Wars, wars, wars.
But there are pauses in between them too.
Attention—people are evil.
At ease—people are good.
At attention wastelands are created.

At ease houses are constructed in the sweat of our brows 
and are quickly inhabited.

Life on earth is quite a bargain.
Dreams, for one, don't charge admission.
Illusions are costly only when lost.
The body has its own installment plan.

And as an extra, added feature,
you spin on the planets' carrousel for free, 
and with it, you hitch a ride on the intergalactic blizzard, 
with times so dizzying
that nothing here on earth can even tremble.

Just take a closer look:
the table stands exactly where it stood, 
the piece of paper still lies where it was spread, 
through the open window comes just a breath of air, 
the walls reveal no terrifying cracks 
through which nowhere might extinguish you.

* least we forget!
Here by Wislawa Szymborska

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Hurry Up and Wait

I have a personal motto in which I try to live by it is, to do the best I can with whatever I'm doing. I love making jewelry it really is my joy, I'm sharing this piece that is already sold just because I love it so. I feel I must also share a bit about my personal life…

Our household and my work schedule as of late has been and will be in a constant state of flux and will be for some time. My husband and myself have taken on the care for my elderly Father-in-law who lives a good hour from here through congested, often aggressive traffic. My son helps when he can and his good cheer is always appreciated. We have a very excellent caregiver who relieves us for two sacred days and that is a true blessing. Lately I have been darting down filling in, on the fly, willie nilly and I must say I really detest having no schedule so I'm working on that. I'm hoping to take the weekends and to be able to work in my studio during the week, that is my plan anyway. My little doggie is always afraid of being left behind for a Home Alone #3, 4 or 5 incident so he isn't taking any chances of being overlooked! I have left him home with Eric since he is nearly blind and he has our house memorized but I took him with me last time and I was amazed at how well he adapted. ( he likes me best :) His presence was a nice distraction and a comfort for Professor Darrow and myself so Mart now has a job as a therapy dog.

The good part is that Mr. Darrow's home has a full ocean view and a constant, wonderful, cool breeze. I took this picture of the blue moon at the edge of the continent at about 4 a.m. when I should have been asleep. Pretty, pretty, maybe I should work on some moon pieces…

I appreciate your patience with shipping and listing and the like, I just wanted you to know, I'm doing the best I can!

xo, Ro