Sometimes I feel so small, insignificant & invisible
A drop of water in an ocean readying itself, becoming a tsunami
Waylaid by a misconception(s) of matter(ing)
this wave your wave of particles sweep me unwilling unwanting helpless into
becoming one with all that I reject
So fatuous for considering an offer my offer could quell the force your force determined to wreak havoc wrath revenge terror
SOMETIMES dreams grand illusions of believing belonging to Being something surpassing this this (Love lack of)
That dreams intentions & actions equate to an energy enough to thwart this this (Love lack of) danger perceived
for real Love I feel in my heART comes to me
through me offering
300 beads for 300 girls
One heart bead prays at a time
I made this Soul Card last year around this time.
Here’s a little of what I’ve been working on lately. The record cold winter we had here in SC prevented me from using the back porch studio, where I do the soldering work. So prayer beads it’s been. I’ll be uploading these to my other site, www.TejThompson.com, over the weekend; that site has a shopping cart.
This column, A Picture and a Poem, that the NY Times publishes is one of my favorites. Sometimes it inspires me, or calls out to something I’ve done that’s just sitting around, as this one did:
From NY Times:
Spring, a coy temptress in the Pulitzer Prizewinning poet Charles Simic’s ode to winter’s end, is imagined as a fallen Roman beauty by Italian artist Francesco Vezzoli.
Will you please hurry with your preparations?
We are freezing up north as you procrastinate
Like a rich lady with too many gorgeous outfits
To choose from, spending hours in front of
A mirror, trying them on and unable to decide,
While we trudge to the mailbox through wind
And snow, extract our unwilling fingers
From a glove to check if there’s a letter
From you, or just a bitty postcard, saying:
I’m leaving Carolina today, hurrying your way
With my new wardrobe of flowers and birds.
The tease! I bet she starts and forgets one of her
Hand-painted silk fans and has to go back,
While we stamp our feet and wipe our noses here,
Worrying the wood for the stove is running out,
The snow on the roof will bring the house down.
— CHARLES SIMIC
A version of this article appears in print on 03/09/2014, on page M2100 of the NewYork edition with the headline: Blossoms in the Snow.
And my imagining of spring, as inspired by all of the above – just for fun -
The book I’m working on
Danielle La Porte
Robert Reiche “Inequality for All”
Guns, gun shops, gun laws
Banning books not bullets
Family dynamics – loving complicated messy discouraging dividing
Big imaginings for where my work could go, what it could become… with no fathomable idea how to make it happen.
Come on out for the 6th annual Sullivan’s Island’s
“Best of the Best” Artisans Fair.
And be prepared to go home with some
of the most talented art and crafts for miles around!
2pm – 7ish
Sullivan’s Island’s Island Club
Admission Fee: FREE!
Get more info on this mobile and new holiday jewelry at www.TejThompson.com. (Click there)
Be sure to check out the Bargain Basket too, for some great prices on some real treasures!
Turn on and chill out with one of these wicked cool, handcrafted pull chains for your ceiling fan or light, made by me, Tej Thompson!
To see more selections, or to purchase, click here: www.TejThompson.com
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I invite you to visit my beautiful new site to easily view galleries of my work.
It’s super organized, concise, easy to navigate, and has a shopping cart.
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And it would really help me out if you would share it with your social networks.
Thank you so much for your interest in my work.
Love & peace,