Support Your Local Artist

I as a jewelry designer know that creation is personal and I love to create. I therefore know how important it is to support other creative types. We can do this by thanking them for filling our lives with beauty.

We can support them by promoting their works. We definitely can support them by personally purchasing their creations.

I buy other designers jewelry.

Why? because others can create beautiful jewelry and I want to support their desire to do so.

I buy artist prints for my six year olds sons room.

Why? So he can have the coolest paintings and prints and learns the value of supporting others.

I buy music created by local and up and coming artists.

Why? Because there is really truly awesome talent to be discovered and I LOVE music. Music makes our world go round. Music fills our homes, our hearts and wakes up our minds.

 

Music inspires us...

Music is art

and I support artists

 

 

Happy Almost Valentines Day!

Think Pink! Check out the site www.bohemian-glitz.com and look for pink, red and purple colors to arrive in flurries! No more snow flurries, just flurries of love!

Think about what makes your heart pitter patter, stop a beat and twitter. However you say it, however you tweak it; you know when there is a little extra swing in your step. I actually get this feeling from various things, music, people and creating!

I attended a small concert tonight that was so full of energy all I could do after a few hours was think "I want to get home to write!" Now, this is just a little blurb on the blog map but I intend on writing more.

Coffee is awaiting....

God bless you all and remember to listen to your pitter patter!

Tera

What Do You Do At Three Thirty in The Morning?

If you are me, you are writing at three thirty in the morning. Yard sale looming just hours away, signs not done because you left the markers at the neighbors house....What do you do at three thirty in the morning?

I really should be sleeping. I am thinking though of this evenings earlier phone conversations.

I posed a question...."What then, after that?" It's nice to know that at least the first steps are in place to forgiveness. I have left the door open and we shall see. I am wondering if I need to be forgiven as well. I did react and showed my hurt....I spoke some truths, at least from my side.

There is always more than one side to a story but without communication, all we can do is piece together our own truth as we see it. If it is not accurate, is it our fault? In a way, yes.

For a while, silence worked. Silence is actually a sweet thing when shared with someone. You can sit in silence together, on a phone, hear their breath and feel them. If you can do this, then forgiveness should be easy.

Humility comes into play in forgiveness. One must be humble to appreciate the beautiful silence that is shared between two. One must be patient to sit and wait for the silence.

That leads me to my next thought, since I have already been impatient I know the first thing I must ask forgiveness for. Second, I must ask forgiveness for acting out of hurt. We do this all the time so you may be wondering why this is a concern of mine.

I once had someone say to me "Don't mistake love for feelings that have gone unchecked." In this case, I need to be forgiven and forgive myself for unchecked emotions~hurt which resulted in anger.

Luckily, as I have taken back control of my life the anger has subsided. Knowing I have done this on my own is satisfying to an extent. Asking for help and accepting help have always been a bit foreign to me. I am, after all still a work in progress. I figure I have another forty years or so left before I am complete.

Blessings to all,
Tera
aka Abigail The Wall Flower

Life is Sweet

And unfortunately, too short.

I had posted recently on my writings and my intentions of posting them here and I will continue to post personal things, musings if you will from time to time. I have not yet fully decided to post all of my writings here or simply create another blog attached to this account to put them on. After all, this particular form of writing does warrant in itself a special atmosphere. To have kept them on the original blog seemed wrong some how for many reasons.

To jumble it all together with events, jewelry biz and other thoughts may not do it justice either. I would hate for it to get lost amongst the shuffle. Then again, it may end up being like my other blog...my "green one" and not get much notice at all. So, what to do...what to do... Still thinking on that one. I will not hide it away under a fictitious name for in doing so I do not do myself or the things or people I write about justice.

Anonymity can be a good thing. I do not look for recognition. On the other hand, I don't want my works stolen or gone unnoticed. I would at the very least like to know I have touched someones life with my positive thoughts. I know already I have touched a few and that is good enough for me. Really, to touch just one soul is enough.

I am in love. It has slapped me up against my face at the most unexpected time and I am forever grateful and reveling in its glory. These may seem like big words to some. If you were in my shoes, you would think they were not big enough. I had written nearly one hundred poems reflecting on this love and all that it brings to mind. Even when I write about the dragonflies or the meadows, it is with love in mind.

I had a chance to talk endlessly recently with a family member whose views are quite different from mine. He kept apologizing for things amongst the conversation and I kept telling him there was no need. I like a good conversation. It wasn't what I would call heated but it came close. It was a debate of sorts on views ranging from positive thinking, love, relationships, karma, our past, influences and life's choices in general. I don't mind being told when I am wrong or someone even pointing out that maybe I am not taking the correct course at the moment. However, in the end it is I that has to live with these decisions and not anyone else. Well, not entirely true. My decisions do at times affect others. There is no way to live a completely solitude life so no matter what we do, the choices we make do affect others.

I give with my whole heart and love this way. I believe if I treat myself and others with respect and forge ahead with love in mind all the while still keeping my eyes open, I can not go wrong. HAHAHA you say...I know, I know. There is always that chance of failure. What we have to keep in mind are these things:

Do not let the fear of failure stop you from trying.
Do not let fear stop you from doing anything.
The only thing you should fear is fear itself for fear can stop us dead in our tracks.

On the positive side of that:

Love conquers all.
Love heals all wounds.
Love is the ultimate unselfish act.
Love is meant to be shared.
With love in mind you can not go wrong.

Let me explain that last one....even if at the end of a particular portion of your life you are not where you want to be or with the person you wish you were with...if you have loved and tried then, you can be proud of that effort. It is not a bad thing to have loved and lost. What is sad is to have never loved at all.

I am exceptionally grateful for my closest friends and family that I know I can always trust and count on. I am grateful that I have weathered the storms of my life. I am happy with the person I am today.

Blessings to all,
Tera Vermillion aka Abigail the Wallflower

Loves Wish

To love foolishly
With all might
and perseverance
without fear and
most of all without strife

To be blessed with
joy all of your days
This I wish for you.



Written 2001

"You can not love unless you let go."

Letting Go

You can not love
unless you let go

Let go of fear
Let your heart
be open
to the possibilities

Let go of pride
You need not hold onto this
for in love
the one who loves you
Has great pride
enough for you

Let go of the past
and any resentment it holds
Look to the days ahead
and know
the one who loves you
is waiting there

Let go of questions
for questions
only harbor doubt

In love, there should be none

If a question needs asking
then put it out
to the one you love

Love can not lie

Let go of pretenses
for love needs none of this

Love welcomes simplicity
and thrives in it

Within the simplicities of life
love grows complex

Let go of your heart
for in letting go
you receive another

In letting go
Love will come round

Friday, February 12, 2010

Intermixing Business and Personal Lives

Good morning all,

I have been:

Running two blogs
Creating random pieces of jewelry
Preparing for an out of state move
Getting my daughter ready to graduate and start college
Listing items on Etsy and my own website
Keeping up with Facebook for personal connections and a business page
I twitter
Post when I can on American Craft Guide and others. I am involved in two Etsy groups as well.

Life is taking a shift and so have I. I write poetry, short stories and prose. I am published on Associated Content, have published once in a book and published on my own on my other blog. This other blog and this other "side" of me has stayed fairly hidden for it is always hard to put raw feelings out there.

I can take a word or thought and build it into a beautiful work of art. Just like taking one bead and making something someone will treasure for years. I am done hiding. I will post these writings here for all to see from time to time. Not all of them, but most. I do believe that no matter where my life goes I have a gift to share that I don't need a ghost writing name for.

This is what I started, a blog under my fictitious childhood name. Until recently, it held all my deepest feelings. A few in draft that I did not want to share even. I have always written. Jewelry creating for me filled a void that I could not fill with words. Sometimes words are too hard to get out or a person may not want them out for all to see. For years, I had writers block that was brought on by life's circumstances. That block has been blown to smithereens. When you create art, in jewelry form or any other, you are communicating your inner feelings to the world.

We strive for perfection of sorts and look for acceptance. It brings joy to know another appreciates what we have created. Artists are strong but at the same time vulnerable. This makes for a interesting combination that some people do not understand and even others may take advantage of. There are beautiful souls everywhere but when you are in the midst of an artists soul, you are blessed tenfold.

My best friend is a beautiful soul and you may read about her one day. She writes wonderfully. I tend to write about the earth around us and emotions. She can write wonderful stories that pull you in. When I have her permission, I will post her name here so when her writings are published you can be the first to know!

So, my ghost writing name...Abigail...Abigail the wall flower. Because in school, that is what I was. A wall flower, someone that never came out of the corner, someone that hid up against the wall at the school dances and someone who believed no one ever understood her. Except her best friend of course. Now, at this point in life it doesn't matter if anyone understands. If I write something you don't understand feel free to interpret it any way you want or you may directly ask me to let you in on the inner meanings.

I will no longer hide for in hiding no one gets to know the real me. 

Blessings,
Tera

Sign of Life

Good morning all,

I have been thinking recently on communication and how our computers link us together. Between email, social marketing sites, networks and nings we are never really out of touch. This brings me to the population of people that either chose to not have or use computers or who may not use them as much.

What if you are thousands of miles away from someone you care about? You email them, right? You may even call. If you have a cell phone you might even text them. How do you handle it if you don't hear back from them? It might be a day, it might be two days. How are you? Do you fret?

I admit I have. With some people I just know I will hear from them eventually and I don't worry. You know the saying "Don't sweat the small stuff"? My brother and I have an agreement that around the six week mark, its time to get in touch. So, why fret if you don't hear from someone for a day or two? Good question.

So, not sweating the small stuff. Right now, I feel like there is no small stuff. The seed pods that fall of the vines are amusement for my son and I. Thunderstorms are welcomed in and the doors stay open all night. The dog wants to play tug o' war for the fifth time....you see, there is no small stuff really because without these things our lives would not be complete.

It's the little details, the little sweet things that make our life complete. So, back to signs of life. Don't let time go by without letting the ones you care about know this. Any sign of life is good.

Hugs and Take care!
Tera

Love and Kisses

It's coming close to that time....Valentines Day is almost upon us. Sweetness, love, honey and baby....speak these words every day and you can't go wrong.

For something tangible you can try taking home your lady sweetie something like this newly made creation Love and Kisses Necklace.

In the Midst

Sometimes in the midst of things
you loose a little of yourself
slowly a piece here of there
until one day you don't recognize yourself anymore

Catalyst

One word can mean so much
an event that begins a chain of events
that seem to unfold in front of you
without even an effort

Confusion

in the midst of things
you feel like your in a fog
in order to come out of the blur
you throw your fists up and shake the chains

Struggle

without struggle there would be no effort
no moving forward
certainly no moving on
they are two seperate entities

Awareness

knowing what you have done
and knowing there is no going back
claiming your life and grabbing onto your heart
with all your might

Acceptance

acknowledging your past, present and future
they collide into eachother and mesh
this is not always a smooth existence

Peace

I am not there yet
but within the struggle there is awareness and acceptance
I am moving forward into peace

Original written work by Tera Vermillion 10/3/09 12:54am

Flowers of December

Flowers of December
White Roses
and can you
remember
the nights
that we spent
just holding eachother


Author-Tera Vermillion 1986

Little Bear *Original Poem by me, Tera Vermillion dtd 1990

Little bear of golden fur
Would it ever occur to you
that I need a hug?
Someone to stand by me
Someone who cares
Oh little bear of golden fur
Tomorrow seems such a blur
kneel down my friend
sit by me on the rug
Talk with me and watch
My shoulders shrug
Told you little brown bear of golden fur
Tomorrow seems such a blur
Don't know where I am going
don't know what I've done
Just know I'm not having any fun
Oh little bear of golden fur
Be sincere
tell me what does tomorrow hold?
I have no plans to keep
Can't even leave
I'm not that bold
Oh little bear
lie down beside me now
While I sleep


Author-me, Tera Vermillion dataed 5/10/1990

Poem for the Day

Hello my love
in flight
is the dove
a shadow
a crease
causes the bad
to cease
and all is serene
are you keen
on the idea of
a wonderful sight
a magnificent light
the dove in flight

Written in Nov, 1986
by me, Tera

Silly Stupid Love and Balance

I have read statements on blogs from the writers that read something like this "you don't want to hear about me or my life" or "I'm just going to write about business stuff"...well, as an creative minded person writing a blog I have a problem with that. A blog is a place to market your art but its also a place to rant, vent, persuade, get your beliefs across to others and otherwise give the outside world a little window into yours. So, if your reading this and you want to read about business stuff, paperwork, marketing, a weaving pattern or the hot colors for fall then, today is the wrong day to be reading this. Which by the way, I read purple is the color to be seen in this season.

Today will be a more personal view into my thoughts and perspective. Artists and creative persons use everything in their life to learn from and get inspired from. Sometimes, we simply get revved up. A lot of day to day things get me revved up. Injustice, impatience and rudeness just to name a few. I also have a dry sense of humor and try and inject it into everything. Humor sometimes is a cover up but it can also be a saviour. It can be a great thing to look at things light heartedly for a change. I don't know about all creative minds but I know I analyze everything. I also consider myself a fixer. Now I am not a carpenter, I am not literally a fixer of things.

In high school when we had to write a statement for yearbook mine read something like "I want to touch the lives of all people I meet." That still holds true. So, here's an injustice for you, you may have found statements on the internet speaking about a certain "lampworker" ( I use the term lightly) buying lampwork beads created by others and then reselling them as her own. Once she was found out of course, she back lashed with false accusations about tax fraud and such. What an ugly person to have to run into. The injustice here would also be if she gets away with it. There is a legal fund you can donate to if you would like to help those that have been victims. Simply search around enough and you will find it.

Here's a simple rudeness for you, I was trying to cross the street with my friend and our two children both under the age of three and the truck at the stop sign didn't even wait for us to get across before he went through the intersection and had to swerve into the other lane to miss us. Impatience. If I had had eggs with me I would have been launching them directly at his truck.

So, there I have done my little rant. Let's move on to the next topic of discussion. Silly stupid love. It makes us do all kinds of crazy, irrational things. No one ever said love would be easy. I don't know what ever made me think that. Love is constant work, sacrifice, commitment and hopefully mutually rewarding. Being in love in it's silly state of blindness is fantastic. Until something goes haywire. Outside influences for example. There is a thought for the day-don't let outside influences ruin love. Trust one another, talk to one another and work hard to devote time to yourself and one another.

Once you have had that first true love I don't believe you can ever get that "feeling" again. Now, I am waiting for my inbox to flood with angry outbursts. Hold on a second while I go look...just kidding. This isn't posted yet. See? Humor. First love is innocent, trusting, blind and all involving. Your first love you never forget. You will search your whole life and not find another like it. There's a reason for that. We have not yet been disillusioned when we have experienced our first love. Being young and having first love goes hand in hand so then, you have to throw in the "I am invincible" factor. Remember outside influences? Yeah, stupid love forgot to protect itself against that.

Remember first and foremost if you are in love, in a relationship or have a friend remember to listen to your partner, friend or lover. Really listen not just with open ears but an open heart. Don't let humor mask your feelings if at all possible. Do make sure you spend every waking moment being the best you can be, always improving and forgiving those that need forgiveness. If you can hang on to your first love then, you are the luckiest person in the world.

Next, we arrive at life as it is. You know how it goes, one day you simply realize that life is just what it is. You have made it what it is in a way so, if you are not satisfied with it then set plans into motion to improve it. Just remember not to be impatient, unjust or rude along the way.

Every once in a while I may share a poem with you that I have written~here comes my one and only published poem. Feel free to share it with others but don't claim it for your own. It is protected by copyright law.

Sincerely,
Tera Vermillion




Poem title "Curves of your Lips"

Curves of your lips
long to be kissed
by me
or maybe
I long to kiss
the curves
of your sweet neck
to your ears
oh, what fear
when sprinkles drop
a tear
then, a hand caresses
your face
a painters dream


This poem is deliberately broken up to be read slowly. Hope you enjoyed and as the time goes on I will share more. Unless, of course I end up with angry emails in my inbox.