Breathe In - Breathe Out

In the place where I grew up it always seemed that the storms came from the West. Two giant hills hulked on the horizon in front of our house, and this is where the storm clouds would boil up, all dark and bruised. I loved watching their gray forms bloom up and out, slowly covering the whole of the sky until we were completely beneath them, smelling their rain, our hair whipping in the wind. As the barometric pressure changed, the horses would come thundering up the pasture. Not because they were scared, I don't think, but because they were excited to welcome the rain. Something about the dark storm light made them seem to glow.

These earrings make me think of improbable sources of light.

Prehnite always glows, with or without light. I love the  magic of it. I also love the soft shine of the silver discs--still having so much fun with the PMC! These guys will be on Etsy tonight.

I hope you are having a happy Monday--one full of light!