Endless Inspiration

It doesn't take much for me these days. Between surfing everyday, treasure hunting and creating - I am keeping busy and keeping very inspired. So much to do, so much to learn and so much to look forward to!

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Of Endless Waves, Seaglass and Stones

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to make jewelry out of seaglass, stones and shells. I hoarded away my beach treasures for the day that I might be able to make something amazing with them. With good luck, a good friend, and lots of hard work - the dream has materialized. Here, I present to you a few of the pieces I have created. My jewelry is available here on my Etsy Site and in Rincon, PR at the recently opened shop: Ocean State of Mind. You will also find me at Thursday Night Artwalks and Sunday mornings at the Rincon Farmer's Market thru the end of May!

Rare, Heart-shaped, Cobalt Blue Sea Glass Set in Fine Silver Bezel Balance Ring | Cowrie Shell Ring Double Bezel Adjustable Seaglass Ring Sea Heart Pendant Rare Cornflower Blue Seaglass Ring Creation of the day: Sea Tribe seaglass ring Endless Wave Rings Teal Seaglass Ring Rare Cobalt Blue Seaglass Ring - Custom Order Custom-made Seafoam Green Seaglass Ring Triple Bezel Seaglass and Seashell Ring Setting up for Artwalk in Rincon, PR
Setting up for a Thursday Night Artwalk in Rincon, PR.

And the Seasons, They Go Round and Round...

We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came
And go round and round and round in the Circle Game
~ Joni Mitchell

I have been desperately trying to update my blog with awesome news about surfing, artistic endeavors and new adventures. But every time I try, I end up writing about Amy. So fuck it. I am just going to write what needs to come out.

During my time here in Puerto Rico, I have lost one of my oldest and dearest friends to cancer.

Before I came here for the winter we had one last, glorious dinner date. Just the two of us in a little Italian restaurant in my neighborhood. That night, with a belly full of bread, I thought to myself (as I often did in the few months prior) about how lucky I was that my friend had survived breast cancer. She was in full remission and she beat it. This spring we would ride bikes. We would hang out in my van. We would have long rambling conversations. We would do everything we always did.

But then the migraines started. And then how quickly she was sick again. She was in the hospital for a while, then home briefly, back in the hospital, then home with family.

We had one last phone call. She cried a little and I tried to be positive. We did not talk about the possibility of death but I knew from the sound of her voice that she was scared and sad and that she knew things were grim. We talked about her coming to PR for a visit. The last thing I told her was that I loved her.

Per family request (and in the end we learned per Amy's request), there would be no visitors allowed once she was home. She wanted just one particular friend with her until the end. For me, that friend was a lifeline to Amy and in my eyes and at least a few others, she was an absolute angel.

Amy did not want people coming to say goodbye.
But we all said goodbye in our own way.
And before long, she was gone.

Though I am looking forward to home, I am not looking forward to the hard reality of life at home without Amy.

Amy was one of the most generous, genuine, kind-hearted souls that I may ever have had the chance to know. We were friends for two and a half decades.

Where did the time go? It went to bicycle rides, dinner dates, walks in the woods and long, long talks. Talks involving BIG questions about life, love, sex, art, being a good person, being a bad person, doing the right thing. She was obsessed with being a good person - but in the most genuine of ways. There were laughs and tears and that comfort of being with someone who knows and loves you.

The night of our last dinner date Amy borrowed a pair of my shoes because she was wearing vintage kicks. Amy was a vintage GODDESS and had opened two award-winning boutiques under the name of Artifaktori. Her shoes were not practical for walking around town. When it was time to say goodby, she accidentally left them at my house and wore mine home. I placed them in a safe spot in my room for her thinking there would be plenty of time to return them to their rightful owner.

When I arrive home, we will scatter her ashes at Walden Pond - a place that she loved to go; a place that we used to ride our bikes to and swim on hot, summer days. I will try on her shoes and walk around in them for a bit. I will keep them in a special place. I will create beautiful jewels for us all to wear made from Amy's seaglass collection which was recovered at her house after she passed away and was lovingly brought to my house by a dear, mutual friend.

All of these thoughts, memories, emotions - these things that I am trying to organize neatly into one little blog post. It is an impossible feat. But I will always lovingly look behind from where we came knowing we can never go back and cherishing every moment that I remember something funny about her or feel her presence. This seems to happen a lot. I am lucky.

In the beginning, middle, end, and back to the beginning again, love, memories and hope is all we have.