First attempts. Couple of mandala pendants and a book thong.
When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
SONNET LXIV
Don’t you love it when your ebay packages arrive? It’s like opening Christmas presents (even though you know what’s in them, and you paid for them, but anyway), my jewellery making stuff has arrived - beads, wire, cord, plyers, cabochons, marbles, alice bands - and I’m so excited that my jewellery making Etsy/ Folksy will be starting soon, I better start sketc
hing ideas. watch this space.
Found at a Victorian market in a small town in Devon
“Oh, what a catastrophe, what a maiming of love when it was made personal, merely personal feeling. This is what is the matter with us: we are bleeding at the roots because we are cut off from the earth and sun and stars. Love has become a grinning mockery because, poor blossom, we plucked it from its stem on the Tree of Life and expected it to keep on blooming in our civilized vase on the table.”
D.H Lawrence
Film swap with photographer Annemarie Sharkey
Then let me stand amidst thy glooms profound
On some wild woody steep, and hear the breeze
That swells in mournful melody around,
And faintly dies upon the distant trees.
ANNE RADCLIFFE
