Mad with excitement....
(time actually making bowls so far today: 1.5 hours)
What a morning! I'd almost forgotten what it's like to feel almost mad with excitement. I'd dragged and pushed myself down to the studio with the intention of working in the blacksmithing forge. I went into the Nest clean studio to get a lid for my coffee. (Floor dust, coal dust, and steel flakes are unappetizing.) "How do these bowls want to be made?" It occurred to me to take another look at the empathic responses I'd done for one bowl.
Somehow looking at these notes gave me the idea that possibly, just possibly, this bowl would look good on a lighted base. I found my box of lighted base supplies, got out the bowl in progress, and tried it on a lighted base. No good. Maybe later for another bowl.
But in trying the lighted base, I'd also tried a quartz crystal sphere in the center of the bowl. Still not it. (I'd tried this weeks ago.) But while I had the box of quartz spheres open, why not take a long shot and try an amethyst sphere?
As soon as I placed the amethyst sphere in the center and stepped back to look, I felt a jolt of excitement in my solar plexus. The bowl now had heightened energy, radiance, presence. Wow!
To check the light base I'd also used the bent iron base I'd tried with this bowl weeks ago and rejected as not quite right. With the amethyst sphere in the bowl center, and with the bowl positioned just right, this base now looked perfect. Suddenly this bowl is practially done!
I had some joyful moments trying different colors of cord and wire to loop around the edges of the bowl. I found a great color I never would have expected to use with this. Now it's right because of the amethyst sphere.
As I was replacing the boxes of colored cords, it hit me that I never would have had these cords, in this full range of colors, had I not gotten so involved makeing paper medicine bags back in 1987. That's how I started my bead collection too - to use with the medicine bags.
I usually think of that year as a lost year, because I made production items instead of bowls. So it was wonderful to realize that this "wasted year" is now proving indispensable for the bowls I'm making now. What a blessing it is, when life seems to come together like this. Everything seems luminous, sacred, ecstatic.
By writing this now, perhaps I can encourage myself at one of the darker times when I believe I've wasted time, even years. It was Rick Berman back in 1988 who told me, "No time is wasted." How hard it is sometimes, to believe this. How easy it is at other times, to know absolutely that it's true.
2:14:27 PM
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