This bit of poetry inspires me in my jewelry work, but also it would make a lovely text tattoo. I’m seriously thinking about it for my forearm.

“The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.”
― W. B. Yeats

Another and Greater Night

“You are not a troubled guest on this earth,

you are not an accident amidst other accidents
you were invited from another and greater night
than the one from which you have just emerged.”
– David Whyte

When Women Were Birds

“When women were birds, we knew otherwise. We knew our greatest freedom was in taking flight at night, when we could steal the heavenly darkness for ourselves, navigating through the intelligence of stars and the constellations of our own making in the delight and terror of our uncertainty.” -Terry Tempest Williams

Inspirations | A Faery Song

“Soft moss a downy pillow makes,
and green leaves spread a tent,
Where Faerie fold may rest and
sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright,
Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night.”

~ Elizabeth T. Dillingham, A Faery Song

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | Robert Frost

The last stanza of this poem pops into my head late at night when I am busy and longing for bed, yet with so many things I am compelled to finish before I do. This was the case last night, so I thought I would share its full loveliness with you today. I will have to dedicate a piece of jewelry to this poem.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost