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The Mystic

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We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being. ―  Hermann Hesse These earrings speak of The Mystic, the awakening of the mind and the connection between the Self and The Great Spirit. You can find them  here . ⍆ Stay inspired ⍅

The Little Island

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Nights and days came and passed And summer and winter and the rain. And it was good to be a little Island. A part of the world and a world of its own All surrounded by the bright blue sea. Margaret Wise Brown ,  The Little Island When I need to recharge, one of my favorite places to go to is the Indian Keys. Inspiration  is everywhere Lovely place, this little island...only a couple miles away from the constant noise and hum of the civilized world, yet, once you get there, everything seems so far away. Your mind is suddenly clear and awed before the incredible display of organic Art forms that The Great Artist manifests, in this moment, just for you. If you want to read about its history,  click here . Back home, I made this little pewter charm using a c ool looking sea creature skeleton fragment that I have found on the island.  A happy experiment. Unfortunately, the skeleton fragment broke to small pieces befo...

PLAYING WITH FIRE

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                            Listing on Etsy all these rustic guys tomorrow evening ! :) My talented friend Jacqueline from  Mooseberries  will have two huge jewelry shows this Spring and she has asked me to let my soul dance and play and so I did! :) Made with joy, hope you like them! ❤ Laura xo

The Egg ~ food for thought and earrings photos for inspiration

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A quick post, just to share a couple of pictures and one of my favorite short stories ever, The Egg. I have read it a few years ago and loved it. It has been translated in many languages and many people know it, but for those who don't, here it is: "You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me. And that’s when you met me. “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?” “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words. “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…” “Yup,” I said. “I… I died?” “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said. You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?” “More or less,” I said. “Are you god...