the pause on the threshold


“Step across the boundary and the trespass of story will begin. The forest takes a deep breath and through its whispering leaves an incipient adventure unfurls. The quest. In the lull — not the drowsy lull of a lullaby but the sotto voce of a woodland clearing, scented with story as it is with with wild garlic — this is the moment of beginning, the pause on the threshold before the journey. So many tales begin here, hard by a great forest….” Jay Griffiths

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• the copper wire was gifted to me by my brother-in-law • he used to repair diesel generators for a living • he saved me SO much scrap, you wouldn’t believe

• the small purple beads came with a BUNCH of stuff a friend mailed me a couple years back • thanks Alatefeline!

• i don’t … honestly remember where the lil white beads came from • might’ve traded for them? maybe?

• the sorta-faceted fake pearl came from another necklace a friend gave me • so many necklaces i didn’t like, so many good beads once they’re disassembled


it's this big:

• this pendant is just a bit over 2″ tall

• & right on 1 3/8″ wide at the widest point