a ring inspired by movement and silvery swans... feathers moving and beating... flying into the air, free... like dandelion parachutes blowing in the wind... carrying with them our wishes...
needing to make manifest and work through the impending skin shedding that approaches... thinking as always of my grandmother who taught me to both knit and crochet... a snake of
sorts - signifying rebirth...
let no one - not even your self - suck the life out of you... follow your heart's desire, seek love, gaze upon the moon, celebrate each day, remain humble... return to life...
'thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people
are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home;
that wilderness is necessity;
that mountain parks and reservations are useful
not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers,
but as fountains of life.'
~ john muir