New tribal beads that I just listed on etsy!

New tribal beads that I just listed on etsy!

Acrylic painting on stretched canvas available at https://www.etsy.com/shop/OutofTimeDesigns

Acrylic painting on stretched canvas available at https://www.etsy.com/shop/OutofTimeDesigns

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I want to go back! I think Paris is my soul-mate!

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I want to go back! I think Paris is my soul-mate!

#UrbanGrungeBracelets @outoftimedesigns
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#UrbanGrungeBracelets @outoftimedesigns

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Giving a boost to a fellow artist - ThePleasantPheasant
Christmas is coming soon (yes, it is!) and if you need small gifts and stocking stuffers these would be great!
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Giving a boost to a fellow artist - ThePleasantPheasant

Christmas is coming soon (yes, it is!) and if you need small gifts and stocking stuffers these would be great!

www.etsy.com/shop/ThePleasantPheasant

Caravan of Beads - Exotic Handmade Jewelry: Looking For Prayers and Support - My Mother Has Been Diagnosed With Lung Cancer

caravanofbeads:

I have an unfortunate announcement to make, my mother, the other designer for the Fine Jewelry portion of our store, has been diagnosed with lung cancer. It comes as a complete shock to us, as we were not suspecting this at all.

I would like to ask that this be reblogged for support. My mom is…

Native pottery from New Mexico

Native pottery from New Mexico

Hippie style incense burners from Out Of Time Designs

Hippie style incense burners from Out Of Time Designs

Playing Around With Poetry

I have been so busy with my jewelry lately that I have totally neglected writing for fun. So with that in mind here is a small sample…

 

A Walk On The Shore

A tiny figure full of fright,                                                                                                                             Crosses the moors in the pale moonlight.

Across the stones, through heather and gorse,                                                                                               She carries a heart so full of remorse.

She loved a man, a weak one -it’s true,                                                                                                            And he loved her, but she never knew.

Through the rocks and to the sand,                                                                                                                 And on the shore; all night to stand.

Watching and waiting with lamp held high,                                                                                    Searching the shore for ships gone by.

All in the village have spied this lass,                                                                                                            And all hold their breath when near she does pass.

The tale has been told, many times before,                                                                                                       Of why she walks nightly down to the shore.

The story is one of fortune and fame,                                                                                                                 And the man she loved but could not claim.

His was the family that kept them apart,                                                                                                          Tore him in two and broke his heart.

The lovers never could marry his parents declared,                                                                                       So he sailed on the “Sovereign” to see how he fared.

But the ship was cursed with sickness one day,                                                                                             And all on board did pass away.

So on sailed the “Sovereign” night after night,                                                                                                And no one knew of their terrible plight.

Years went by and his family mourned,                                                                                                                The tiny lass, still they scorned.

She kept her vigil week after week,                                                                                                                     Down at the shore, her lover to seek.

They looked for him always; the lass and his child,                                                                                      As they lived alone, on the moors so wild.

Then one day they gave up the ghost,                                                                                                                And both went home to the Heavenly Host.

And though it’s been ages (and perhaps even more),                                                                                     She still walks nightly down to the shore.

Still she searches the waves and the reef,                                                                                                         And shines her lamp to hide her grief.

The tale is told of that fateful day,                                                                                                                   When the “Sovereign” finally comes to bay.

Three ghosts will walk in the moonlight mild,                                                                                       A man, his maid, and their little child.

~~K.L.Richardson

“If you don’t like how things are, change it! You’re not a tree.”~Jim Rohn