It would seem that most of my ramblings, despite the intended subject matter, end up being about control...or the lack thereof.

This week as been an exercise in, and wake-up call to, just how little control I actually have.  When I think of how many things I've tried exerting control over - people, situations, money, people (deserves to be mentioned twice, if not more), the creative spirit, discipline, my voice, what food I put in my mouth, what thoughts whirl around in my bean - I can see the folly of my repeated efforts.

Mother Nature has proven this week, with two blazing examples of her might - an earthquake on Tuesday, and now hurricane Irene, whose effects will be felt even here on Spruce Street tonight and tomorrow - that I actually hold little, or (gasp!) no, control over w-a-a-a-a-y more than I'd care to admit. So, the lesson from Irene is this - preparation is key.

Standing in line at Trader Joe's and CVS, stocking up on non-perishable foods, batteries and water (and, yes, a bottle of wine, too) I was feeling like an alarmist, since the day was so sunny and nice.  I couldn't help thinking that it seemed like just another significant forecast that wouldn't end up being what had been anticipated as The Storm of the Century. 

But the thing is, you just never know.  So I lugged home my booty, and now I'm hunkered down, and prepared for a power outage and flooding.

On the 4th floor.

So how, then, does preparation play a part in giving up control?

It's being prepared, doing all that's possible, and then letting go to let the Fates step in...whether it's nature, an agent I'm auditioning for, a potential buyer for my jewelry, or a situation that I'm invested in working out in a particular way.  I can really only do my best to be as prepared as possible.

So, I have potable water and batteries, and will be comfy here at home come what may.  For the agent, staying in good vocal shape and knowing my repertoire cold allows me freedom to express and (dare I say it?) enjoy an audition.  Having gorgeous new pieces of jewelry ready to show at my retail outlets, or on hand when a new client wants to see my work, gives me freedom from having to create on the fly.

It's one of those ironic things of opposition, I guess.  Trying to control can only bring frustration, and giving up control can only bring freedom. 

But only with preparation!
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Inspired by a visit to the Philadelphia Museum of Art yesterday, I sat down this morning to create something, Belle Pietre-wise. 

I put on some “noodle-y music “ – meaning background-y, unobtrusive, uplifting.  Then, for something new, the kitchen timer was set for one hour, and I looked for a plausible reason as to why this was an auspicious day to work. 

Numerology -wise, it was good.  I added up the numbers of the date today, 8/8/2011, got 18, and then added those two numbers: 1+8=9, which was the square root of My Number: 3!   (A little "out there," I know, but I’m alternately superstitious and fascinated by such things…)

I also vowed to myself that today was NOT going to be about completion, but rather playing around with the components to see what works, what doesn’t, what’s possible, or not.  

As I put together, took apart, put together, and took back apart many combinations of beads, findings and spacers with the square Mother-of-Pearl pieces I was focused on using, I felt the all-too-familiar nudge-iness build.  I wanted it done. 

Now.

I let my mind drift, though, and it floated back to yesterday and the museum, and the story behind of one of the many famous Renoirs

He had, apparently, labored over this painting for three years.
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"The Large Bathers" 1884-87, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 46 3/8 x 67 1/4"
3 years!

Granted, one Belle Pietre piece is barely equivalent to half a dewdrop on a single blade of Impressionist grass in the vast landscape of Renoir’s oeuvre, but I have to believe that the process itself is the same.  Pierre-Auguste MUST have whined and wanted to chuck the whole thing countless times!

Long story short – just as the timer “booped” the allotted hour, I’d come upon a combination that made me happy, that worked in terms of scale and just-so-ness, and (how I best judge my work) it was something that I would be proud to wear.

With the Pressure to Complete off, the piece was...

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complete!
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Medea ~ Iridescent Mother-of-Pearl squares swing from sterling silver ovals and narrow rings, along curved tubes and a decorative toggle clasp