Thursday, August 15, 2013

Today I spent just a few short hours at the beach. I played with my cousin's children, sat in the sun, smelt the salt air, enjoyed the breeze. I didn't walk anywhere, I didn't look for seaglass. I just relaxed, enjoying one of the last few weeks of peace, one of the last weeks of summer before I return to work in September. Before I return to the world of classes, essay assignments, grades and students. Before the words completely swallow up my life, my self and my spirit. Today, I just sat taking everything in. I let the world fly by, let worries about houses and contractors fly far away from my mind. I am home again, at my little house near the lake. I can't smell the salt or hear the ocean waves lapping on shore. However, I can hear the trees rustling in the breeze, wind chimes, and the distant hum of boat engines and lawn mowers. It is still peaceful, but it is time to work. Time to prepare for the anticipated craziness that will replace my lazy, unstructured summer life.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Snatched From the Surf

Click here to see what I made from a piece of the seaglass I found yesterday!

I wrapped the smooth bright green seaglass, as well as a butterfly charm, in sterling silver wire.
It is for sale in my Etsy Shop.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Snatched from The Surf

I spent about two hours on the beach this morning. When I fist arrived, I was disappointed. It was peak high tide! The large waves were pounding the shore and sucking sand out quicker than they came crashing it.

No seaglass and no swimming were the first things that popped into my head.

I stood on the edge of the surf getting splashed by the waves. I watched the sand and foam whip and swirl around my feet, occasionally crouching down to  let some of the waves and foam cool my back and head.

Once, I noticed a flash of green amidst the yellow swirl of sand and rock. Seaglass! As quick as I saw the green flash, a large wave came and washed it back out, but now my eyes were glued to the sand. Several times I watched this green flash wash up on shore only to be sucked back out while sand, rock and water raced all around it, smoothing its edges.

Eventually I was quick enough to catch the glass! I long, smooth gem of Kelly green seaglass. It was the first of five totally smooth pieces that I plucked out of the surf!


No every piece I found was smooth. I did not keep the rough pieces, but tossed them back into natures glass tumbler. 

Saturday, July 9, 2011

It has been a long time since I've posted anything! Wow.

I just got back from a trip up to Bar Harbor and found some great seaglass while I was up there. So far, I've made a necklace and a pair of earrings with some pieces from seal harbor beach.


Check them out here:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/77402792/vacation-memories-kelly-green-seaglass

http://www.etsy.com/listing/77352030/from-a-walk-on-seal-harbor-drilled-beach

And check out this treasury all of seaglass from the Etsy team called Seaglass Sisters. They have some wonderful stuff too!

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Fun Collections!

I was recently featured in this wonderful collection of green garden themes items!



And I created this list of stunning black and white creations!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Beach is My Pot of Gold - a Poem and a Collection of Fantastic Items

I followed the rainbow as far as I could,
but it stretched out across the ocean
to places I could not reach.

But where I stopped was sandy and cool.
This place, where land and sea met
was better than any pot of gold.
It was the beach!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Wind Will Know No Bondage

The air plane slowly materialzes out of the fog,
It gets more solid as it descends.
I saw the plane as I was walking away.

I had been sitting on a bench,
in front of me was a paved foot path,
and  a seawall.

The Sea Wall was lined with stone post,
Stone post that are connected by chains,
chains there to keep us out of the water,
to keep us from falling off the edge.

They keep me back,
but they can'r restrain the wind.

It still blows cold,
Carrying the salt across to me.

The Wind is Wild,
The Wind is Free.

It comes to Me,
regardless of the chains.

It knows no boundaries, And will not,
Can not,
Be Restrained.









I made this necklace the other day, and in this photo, it almost looks like a bat or bird, flying in the free air