You Are Not Your Mistakes // A Home Decor Series

Sometimes I can't stop thinking, thinking about all the mistakes I've made.

The things I've done or said that I shouldn't have.

The times I should have spoken up.

The times I should have taken the higher road or made a different decision.

Sometimes I feel like my mistakes have driven my life.

That they have defined who I am today and had the power to direct me.

This series is all about healing.

About letting go of mistakes and chalking them up to lessons.

About realizing I, you, we are human.

About reminding myself that those lessons I have learned are what propelled me forward and allowed me to make some incredibly wonderful and incredibly right decisions.

Each of these babies start from silver from previous mistakes.

Pieces that didn't work.

Solder and ideas that didn't flow.

Melted bezels and broken saw blades.

I've melted them all down to their elements.

Turned them into lessons, and used them to grow something new and beautiful.

I can't tell you how healing it is.

To be able to turn that torch up to screaming high and just let the heat burn away your mistakes.

Let it melt it down until it's no longer recognizable.

Until you've forgotten how painful it was when it happened.

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Cast succulents.

Shed antlers.

Weathered cow vertebrae.

To adorn your home.

To remind you.

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Carin

Life is Always Preserved //

I woke up in the middle of the night with a faint idea in my head. 

My best ideas always seem to arise when I'm sleepy. 

A blurry image of a circle of life. A basic idea introduced in elementary school, but the details of the concept are also very complex. My dreamy mind can barely wrap my head around it.

As I come into consciousness, the idea develops. A predators and prey. A wolf, the top most predator of the forest and his prey. 

As I blink my eyes open a few times, the desire to create it grows stronger and more details be come clear. 

The layout and final images appear before me. 

I know I can't ignore the pull. I must answer it's call.

My body is tired, but it surrenders to the creative spirit. 

I'm out of bed now, and find myself bundling up as I head down to the studio. Toting with me nourishment and tea. 

As I saw away I find my mind drifting back. To my childhood, to my young adulthood. 

I was always terrified of death. Something about the loss of life. The last few moments, and the finality of being. Death always tortured me. Friends, pets, wildlife that have passed flashed before my eyes. 

I feel my shoulder stoop lower. 

My posture loosen.

My head hang. 

I am consumed by the death before me. 

As I continue sawing rabbit, then hawk, then wolf, I came to an epic realization.

IN THE SANCTITY OF NATURE,

LIFE IS ALWAYS PRESERVED.

No matter the prey, the being is providing life to the next. An energy transfer if you will. The life itself cannot be taken. It cannot be created nor destroyed in this moment. 

Instead one soul feeds the next. 

No small drop, no tiny piece is forgotten. All is used in nature.

Consumed by a predator or detritivore. 

As life pours from one being to the next, no drops are lost. 

And that is beautiful. 

Wall hanging available here. 

♥ Carin