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02/23/2026

Time flies. Tis the boys adoptaversary and we had a fantastic day.

What a gift to explore the world through their excitement and adventure. The first couple of weeks of our lives together were crazy. I absolutely had no idea how much more difficult two pups were going to be than one.

I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to meet their needs and be a good human for them, I’m a first time dog owner. I almost lost Spitfire in the parking lot of the pet store that first night because I didn’t have any puppy training pads and he wiggled out of his collar and was little black pups zipping around the black and dark parking lot…. Lawdy merci wee pups please come back!!!

It made my little heart do a funny thing today to see these boys take off at full rip- they love to feel the wind- but then come back to find me, their much slower than the wind friend. If I’m working too long at the bench, or typing too many keys at the computer, big man lets me know he is in need of some scritches with a single loud demand yip. It’s nice to have a little creature want to know they are safe and loved and home. I hope that’s enough for these little fluffs. When we go to sleep at night, there is chaos of who gets what spot. When we wake up, it’s in a pile. Who has what spot doesn’t matter, just a big warm snuggle pile.

Even in the strangest of times, I had a fantastic day celebrating these boys who have stolen a whole big part of my life and bring so much happiness.

02/21/2026

Crying won’t help you, praying won’t do you no good
No, crying won’t help you, praying won’t do you no good
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move

I’m getting myself together, I’ve been a little scattered. Fixing broken things can be heavy work. Delicate and slow, once the parts begin to breathe again, so much delight! But when a joint breaks for the last time, even if it can be replaced, there is loss and acceptance of grief.

When the levee breaks, mama you got to move. 🪶

02/11/2026

Miss Katya has a way of putting it succinctly. Normally, I’d be trying to rally all of my coping mechanisms to get through winter right about now. But we find ourselves in an extraordinary time. Some of my normal coping mechanisms aren’t as reliable as I thought they were, good thing the stones hold their magic for me, regardless of the season of life.

All of these stones have a wildness about them. An intensity, or a reckless uncertainty. I’m not overthinking why they are drawing me in, I’m going with the flow.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the earth has been forming these layers. Adding confetti right in there!? Dang!

You can take the rock out of the party, but you can’t take the party out of the rock 🥳

02/07/2026

Mischievous.

Adapt. Pivot. Make earrings that can send signals. I don’t know. I saw them in a dream and dreams don’t always make sense in the light of day. Partytime sunstone and laughing kyanite, a high tinkling sound.

The best thing was to have a dream that if I could only just remember, was a really good one (I think). I’ll have to think through how these chains could work better, it was kind of a hassle to hook the ring on the earring post. Must investigate! Will be back in a jiffy.

02/02/2026

A day may come when the courage of all mankind fails

When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship

But it is not this day.

I know I’m not the only scattered one out there. It’s bonkers bananas. It’s uppers, downers, and candy corns. It’s crazier than a kookaburra in a coo coo tree.

I don’t have any sort of thing to say except we are all in this together. And I like red stones way more than red days.

The tide is rising.

We know how to swim. It’s gonna take nothing short of everything we’ve got. We’ve done it once.

We can do it again ⚒️🪶🔥✨

02/01/2026

The red winter turns leather and lace into rage and rampage.

Digging really deep these days feels like going through a grief cycle. I feel like I’m rocketing through all of the different phases on a daily runaway train. Some old patterns have been presenting themselves with increasing frequency and intensity.

Last week, the price of silver had quadrupled in price in a single year up to $121.67/oz. Then it spike crashed down to $75/oz. I read a prediction that $150/oz is on its way. Then I went outside and walked the boys.

I’ve come to a place of acceptance. Adapt and pivot. Charge ahead, headfirst, business as usual. There are forces at work that I have not seen in my 20 years as a silversmith. I don’t know what the right answer is moving forward. So I better not think about that right now. I have anxiety that makes future faking all too easy.

But I’m not going quiet. I’m galvanized to the old patterns, making way for the new. The best chance I have at a happy, healthy, positive life remains the same: I have to believe it can be so. It WILL be so.

Please enjoy these spicy stones. Per usual, I have whole pile that is still in the wings, so that means I will have to continue to make make make. I hope I use up every piece of magic in this place. Tallyho 🔥

01/28/2026

This history moment brought to you by: Hugo Boss. If you don’t have a grant, grab some art. If creativity makes you feel some type of way that isn’t fantastic, you are doing something wrong. I don’t think I pronounced it properly, so if you would like to look this up: Entartete Kunst (Degenerate Art) is the name of the exhibition. The more we know, the more we can get done. Don’t look away, the future is counting on us.

01/25/2026

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone

Another red day. The cold dark adds extra bitterness when it bites. Morozko is not happy. The bear has awoken and must be faught back into slumber. Quickly, grab some garnets.

Another piece of garnet lore comes from the Hunza tribe in 1892. The Hunza tribe in the Kashmir region did not enjoy the British Invasion and sought to hold them off with round musket balls/ballistics made of red garnets. They believed the garnet would seek the heart’s blood and call death to follow swiftly. Garnets were more deadly than lead.

Metamorphic rocks, garnets are, by nature, made in a pressure cooker. High heat, high pressure. And, bam!, they come out gorgeous. Stay hydrated, get good rest. You are doing fantastic. There is always a side door.

Buckle up, buttercup. If you need some fortitude, grab a garnet. They are made of stern stuff, they can lend you some heat in the season of frost 🥀

01/21/2026

Winter has shown its teeth.

Historically, winter is not my season. Selfishly, I’ve been enjoying the moderate weather. Montanan winters have a way of biting you if you aren’t careful.

I’ve been drawn in by the ember stones. Passion’s blood, oxblood, flaming fuschia. I think these are the protection stones.

To get through this next part, we must be cunning 🦊

01/01/2026

All of these things.

Looking back is s something I have been reluctant to do over the years. Looking back was painful and not fun. More trouble than it was worth, but the easier of two options.

The first option I could choose was to let what I knew to be true as far life experiences be as good as it was ever going to get. I was realizing I had been lied to for my entire life about what a healthy family was supposed to be. I was easily confused about what was love and what was cruelty. Uh oh. That’s not good.

I had a lot of unlearning to do.

That’s right where a little magic happened. It’s not a bad thing to not know EXACTLY what you want from life if you don’t know what it is. How could I have known how happy my days could be if I hadn’t explored the limits of happiness yet? Up to a certain point, I had explored many of the unhappy depths, but didn’t even have my head tilted up to see the skyline, the happiness horizon. The sky was the limit, but I hadn’t even found the sky yet.

I needed to fly free. That was the harder second choice, because falling feels like flying for a little while.

Some years have passed in these photos. The moves took a tremendous toll, healing or growing was very slow going. But I had made myself a secret promise every year. My New Year’s resolution was going to be to find a way to have a happy, healthy and positive life. Come hell and high water.

This last year has been filled with the exploration of happiness heights, look at all these glowing things. Piece by piece, or more like feather by feather, we’ve been building these wings. Wings that beat the air to get off of the ground, the hardest part, into the sky. Finally!

We are going for a ride! Well, we’ve been on this ride for a really long time, but looking at this last year we’ve really begun cooking with gas. Look at that happiness horizon!

Even though there have been some intense and confusing headwinds coming from external forces like the metals market, the addition of 8 small paws has upped our inertia just enough to maintain our course.

Straight on through midnight, ready to meet the dawn.

Sianara 25. See you out there 26 🫡

12/22/2025

A howl.

For the dark moon.
All that is hidden, but still pulls at us.

For what we have lost.
For who we were.

That time is gone now, may we remember the breaths that saw us through,
May we forget, with glee (how surprising) the sadness.

If I ever doubted, it was because I didn’t know how to hear this certain sound. The call of the wild doesn’t reach caged creatures because it gets mistaken for uncertainty.

May we hold on, with our whole howls, we are better together.

Come storms or fields of gold, we are better together.

We are ready. Do you hear that? We are ready.

12/20/2025

‘Twas the night before tomorrow,

Whatever day that is.

The pups were snoozing,
That’s just how it is.

My friend Lisa helped me vacuum,
All through the shop

For I had lost my marbles,
From my toes to tip top.

Santa! You dirty birdy. Forgetting all those jewels what?! It’s okay. It’s my delight and privilege to finish up some of these Montana agates and have some open houses tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday from 4-7pm. The boys have been showing improvements in their noise levels in their defense of the shop. Mainly because most people are very sweet and are able to give them a couple minutes to get used to them. I’ll check with about some sweet treats and if I get to see your smiling faces, this is a treat as well. And don’t forget to take a look plant if you want one 🥳

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