A Thousand Cranes

I was inspired to share this amazing video with you by my dear friend Mia.
I have never seen anything so lovely....and I love the music...

I am off once again to the OB with Em. We've been going every week for awhile now, and sometimes in between weeks. It is a bit stressful. Baby Ben is not growing like he should and will need to come by C-section soon. We are just waiting for him to grow just a bit more. He will be a tiny fella when he comes. Em needs your prayers. So do KW and I. We will be caring for them both, which is a blessing, but also very difficult too. I won't go into too many details, but she is young and single and in need of our support right now.
I hope you all have an amazing day! Don't forget that this moment is all you have. I struggle sometimes with being present in the moment, don't you? Life is filled with stress and distractions and worry that robs us of our lives. Like my friend Liz says, Be Present. Be Here. Enjoy her beautiful website today. I find comfort and inspirations there, and wanted to share it with you.

Love and Light,
jennifer

New earrings...

poetry leaves available at the shop!

Eye Candy Etsy Treasuries, Assemblage Jewelry

Whew, there are so many, it is hard to choose. I am so grateful to those who take the time to make Etsy Treasuries that feature my assemblage jewelry and artwork. I know how valuable time is! Hope you love all of these lovely hand made Etsy things! I'm welcoming Autumn leaves with open arms...

Sailing and Ascension, every piece tells a story...

The Secretary's Ascension

The Secretary's Ascention

I made this assemblage necklace with thoughts of my sweet mother...who since as long as I've been alive, has made work and much sacrifice of being a secretary and bookkeeper. She began in Washington D.C. as a page with a little black metal typewriter on her desk, and in her 20's, we migrated to the south, where i spent most of my life. Every day after school I called her...and in the background, I'd hear the chatter of the keys on her typewriter...over the years, as technology progressed, the keys would become quieter and quieter still...and I was, and still am, sincerely amazed at the speed of which she can type and simultaneously converse. Each time I see an eraser wheel such as this, i think of her...long ago...leaning forward to erase a wayward letter, while thinking of me and longing to be home. 

My mother has finally taken the leap she has been dreaming of forever. A move toward the Oregon coast, away from the oppressive heat of the south. A move that she has dreamed of for years. This necklace is a bit of a homage to her, and her brave flight toward a new life.

Sailing to Byzantium

Years ago, during my first attempt at college in Washington State, I nervously sat down in a class called British Literature. One of the first poems we read was "Sailing to Byzantium" by William Butler Yeats. I fell instantly in love with discussing literature, and the lives of ancient poets. Here is an excerpt from the poem:

"Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come."

I think of that poem and those first amazing college days each time I create something with a boat...

You can read the remaining parts of the poem here, at POETS.ORG

So, I've Wanted to Tell You

I've wanted to tell you about so much...I've wanted to tell you about how the air is changing and the coolness coming in from outside as I make my assemblage jewelry there in my circle of light in the evenings is such a welcome and wonderful gift. I've wanted to tell you about becoming a grandma soon (somewhere around November 2nd) and how I can hardly wait to look into my tiny grandson's eyes, and how he has transformed my wayward and rebellious older teen into a young woman whom I can sing and laugh with...and how I have his presence to thank for that and how I know that everything that happens, happens for reasons we simply cannot foresee.
 I've wanted to tell you about the funny "stink bug" infestation on the last of the melons in the back yard, and about the last of the tomatoes in the garden and the sound of birds I've never heard before as they migrate south through this tiny town in west Michigan... and how every time I think that I am now a bonafide "Michigander" it cracks me up; the 'gander" part particularly.
and I want to tell you about how poorly my spelling has become, but my desire to write and for my work to be read burns in my belly constantly...just that life does not desire me to write much at the moments I most desire to write and that is why I am here now, late in the night, writing. Because this is the only place I find time to write. Here in the quiet spaces of the night before bed...So I write here for anyone who thinks I may have something worth reading amid the busyness of life and of love and of daily exhaustion. ( I know the exhaustion, and that is why I appreciate those who choose to read here more than I can say.)
Funny, I have many partially empty journals dating back 20+ years...journals from my 20's with maybe ten pages out of 50 blank pages filled with random thoughts and scribbles and rants between ex-husbands and diaper changes. After they began to pile up, I simply ripped the few pages out of the journals that had writing and  I stuffed them into what I call "the suitcase of life", which is an old and tattered medium-sized vintage suitcase filled with random tangible articles that verify that yes, I once existed here somewhere among the concert programs and the award for honorable mention for poetry for the High School Florida Young Writer's contest in 1986. (which has a typo in the program poem title that was supposed to read "A piece of Blue Glass." but instead reads, "A Piece of Blue Grass." which changed the meaning entirely, don't you think? So everyone at the awards ceremony must have thought, hey that 16 year old kid likes Bluegrass, eh?
I'm rambling. I know.

I want to tell you about  my husband, whom I have such a deep admiration for, for so many things...one of them being his ability to paint and draw everything from duplicating the insides of the antique pocket watches he collects and repairs, to painting and drawing amazing portraits.

some of KW's recent Sketches

Even his scribbles or painting for fun with our son becomes artistic...like the day we painted paper plates for fun~

dixie plate portrait

I want to tell you how he planted my favorite flowers in the front yard so that I can see them through the window as I work~

the last of the Queen Anne's Lace and Hydrangeas

I have cleaned my table since the last movie I made for you here. I spent a good few hours sorting and cleaning and it just feels better to have an uncluttered place to work. I've also been working on these, which will be in the shop soon~

functional assemblage art
oil can photo holders

the original oil can photo holders
 by jennifer valentine

I've been busy working on my new website also, SacredCake.com. If you have a moment, stop by and tell me what you think? It is in fairly basic stages, but I work a little each day. I am moving toward having a working shop of my very own running there soon! Until then, you can find my work in the usual place, on Etsy.com under the under name SacredCake, for those of you who may just be dropping by today! (and I'm glad you did!)

So glad you chose to come here.
Blessings to You and Yours,
Jennifer