For today I used encaustic leftovers to make a woven card, decorated with an
On green linen cardstock it is embedded in a wooden frame.
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Sep 27, 2016 @ 18:01:10
Another beautiful card. I have a lot of the Cloisonné powder. Best I dig it out. You are so talented, lady!
Sep 28, 2016 @ 01:48:24
Once again your work inspired me. Here is the poem.
Mothers Doorway By Star Blossom
The door-nob,
to Mother Natures greenery appears.
Turn it won’t you, to breath the fresh air.
To hear birds singing divinely.
To expand heart and bond with allies.
The door-nob,
to natures tree lined walls welcomes.
Turn it won’t you, to move with great peace.
To realign with fairies in the moment.
To prance in the sunshine bright.
The door-nob,
is round etched by the sun.
Turn, it won’t you, to leap forward free.
To move in its sacred playground.
To dance in heart on leafy floor.
The doorknob,
is constructed in an artists eye.
Turn it won’t you, to go inside visions.
To revel with natures gifts.
To celebrate the talented artist,
who gives imagination a chance.
Star Blossom Goddess
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Emissary of Love, Angel card reader, Spiritual Lecturer and workshop facilitator
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