Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Two Pieces

These two pieces were given to me by my maternal grandfather when I was a teenager. He bought them somewhere around in East Texas, if I recall correctly (my sweet aunts might be able to provide more information). When I later moved to New Mexico, the pieces felt at home. I enjoyed wearing them and talking about them with Navajo and Zuni craftsmen when I sold precious metals and semi-precious stones at Thunderbird Jewelry Supply. 


The original watch was replaced some years ago after it stopped working and it’s replacement has since followed suit. I’d like to replace it someday, but would like it to be a traditional wind-up watch. It’s no easy task, as the watch pins are under the leaves, so it must be right. Too much bending could cause breakage. There is no replacement for a broken watchband. I don’t wear them anymore, but keep them put away safe for a special occasion.


Each leaf, bead, and twisted wire are handcrafted. The dark matrix allows the turquoise to peek from the oxidized bezel.
 


Every time I look at them, I remember my grandfather. 

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