Wax and Wane Locket

I’ve been thinking a lot about creativity. How it’s something alive, something that needs to be fed and nurtured, something that grows and changes through the years. I’ve come to find that, for me, it has deep mountains and valleys - times when it rushes forth in abundance and times when it simply cannot be roused. All of these states are important (even the ones that feel inconvenient, hard, or heartbreaking to me in the moment). I feel myself coming into a new creative season. There is a pull towards a deeper connection with myself, my materials - the experience that makes this dear little life all my own. Regardless of how it has looked, so much of my last decade has been spent looking outside myself, searching for answers in reflections - but I just don’t need that so much anymore. I’m already home. The beginning of October is when I wake up - in my bones, I feel it as the start of my year. So, next week, I’ll be listing out my intentions as though it’s the first of January. Making