at home & alive in the silence


“After a time I found that I could almost listen to the silence, which had a dimension all of its own. I started to attend to its strange and beautiful texture, which of course, it was impossible to express in words. I discovered that I felt at home and alive in the silence, which compelled me to enter my interior world and around there. Without the distraction of constant conversation, the words on the page began to speak directly to my inner self. They were no longer expressing ideas that were simply interesting intellectually, but were talking directly to my own yearning and perplexity.” Karen Armstrong

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the copper wire is from my brother-in-law, who used to fix diesel generators for a living • to him, it’s scrap • to me, it’s YAY FREE WIRE

• p sure the grey wire is some kind of florist wire • no idea where i picked it up

• the driftwood came from Lake Superior • a friend collected a bunch there, & gave it to me a couple years back

• the small purple beads were left over from some SCA project or other

• & the lil silvery beads were part of a trade with a friend • she got soap, i got beads

• i traded soap for the green chip beads at an event in Nebraska like, ten years ago

it's this big:

• the entire piece is about 11″ tall

• & 5″ at the widest

• the lower loop of copper wire is 1.75″ wide at the narrowest bit

• & the spiral is 1 5/8″ tall, from the loop to the bottom

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