6.15.2012

Summer is for Circles

Spinning in them, and wearing them while you do. Wearing a circle reminds us of our connection to the divine


Long gypsy necklace moves with you while you dance


Hammered light necklace to catch the summer glow



 Whisper hoops breathe summer magic


Simple circle shape to accentuate your lovely skin


  Hammered bangles sound like bells


 Light goldfill bangles for dancing


Connection necklace

Find these treasures and more at Angie Star Jewelry 
1807 Pearl Street Boulder, Colorado 720-565-0288

Mondays are meshed with Tuesdays
and the week with the whole year.
Time cannot be cut
with your weary scissors,
and all the names of the day
are washed out by the waters of night.

No one can claim the name of Pedro,
nobody is Rosa or Maria,
all of us are dust or sand,
all of us are rain under rain.
They have spoken to me of Venezuelas,
of Chiles and of Paraguays;
I have no idea what they are saying.
I know only the skin of the earth
and I know it is without a name.

When I lived amongst the roots
they pleased me more than flowers did,
and when I spoke to a stone
it rang like a bell.

It is so long, the spring
which goes on all winter.
Time lost its shoes.
A year is four centuries.

When I sleep every night,
what am I called or not called?
And when I wake, who am I
if I was not while I slept?

This means to say that scarcely
have we landed into life
than we come as if new-born;
let us not fill our mouths
with so many faltering names,
with so many sad formalities,
with so many pompous letters,
with so much of yours and mine,
with so much of signing of papers.

I have a mind to confuse things,
unite them, bring them to birth,
mix them up, undress them,
until the light of the world
has the oneness of the ocean,
a generous, vast wholeness,
a crepitant fragrance.

Pablo Neruda