Her mom wore my work a LOT while she gave tours, and apparently was being asked about the work consistently, and whether it was available in the Museum Store. (heart rate soars here…)
Very long story short (fear, trepidation, and paralysis off the charts ALL through here…), with gentle prodding from my friend, a trip across the state, my work is in the Museum Store. I discovered it’s very hard to drive back across the state while doing a happy dance.
My friend, with her amazing gift to me of unwavering belief (and a good kick in the ass)…gave me wings and conviction.
Then....Not so very long ago, a friend who had commissioned work before, saw the pieces I posted that were sent to the museum, and asked if I would make her a piece of sea glass jewelry to remember her sister by.
Yes, I cried.
(And I was afraid.)
But mostly I was filled with gratitude that she would trust this to me.
Her sister was a guiding light in the family, every picture I ever saw of her was full on laughter, always a light in her eye. In the conversation about what would best represent her sister, my friend also shared that she had lost her mother not all that long ago. She told a story about her parents, after they had discovered her Mom was sick, taking long walks on beaches…looking for sea glass.
And I cried some more.
She decided that the gift needed to extend to more of their family, and we ended up with 8 pieces. EIGHT. We chose this from the glass her Dad so willingly sent:
What if I couldn’t hit the mark? What if I took all this beautiful glass and screwed it up?
Then I remembered I had wings, and I breathed, and this is some of what happened:
Every single one has a heart soldered on the back.
This friend with her amazing gift to me of trust…gave me faith and calm.
I am am grateful for my friends, who lift me up. I only hope I do the same for them.