I blame it on The Itch. Do you know what I mean? When you need something a bit more? I get itchy often these days, and I think it serves me well... scratching an itch forces the hand.
I started out stringing beads. Then wire wrapping. Then doing a bit of hammering. Followed by cold connecting. It was all grand and colorful and sparkling and new... it never was quite enough. The thrill never lasted.
I picked up a torch. I was instructed on resin. A touch of enamel. A hit of casting. I swore I'd never saw. I'd never set stones. But ah, The Itch. The grand and gruesome Itch.
I became a metalsmith.
And let me tell you another story...
I didn't want to be a mom. Too much work. Too much risk. Too much investment, heart, body, spirit. Too much money.
I met a Memory and a boy was born. I was terrified. Somehow though, it became an adventure forged in gold. Something bright and priceless and blinding at times... something malleable and precious. Words and wounds later, the Memory has passed, but The Boy is still here... and beneath that grin, an Itch arises.
I will welcome wedding bells in the autumn evening. Following, I predict The Itch will grow ever stronger, and given time... a new golden hour will arise. The sun will be high in my life.
It is a strange thing, this flash of nerve endings. This call to action, regardless of the arena. I thank God for the Itch. It has become the catalyst for the best parts of me, the seed of my own fruition, and I urge you, woman, to scratch hard and long... for it is in this reaction to The Muse that we clear away the deadened surface and expose the raw, fresh, summonings of our most authentic selves.
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