the mute herald

a collection of thoughts, spilled sentences, and scavenged imagery

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Gemstone altar vibes! I’m really loving this color story and how these gemstone jewelry pieces look together. Fun Fact: That huge chunk of rose quartz was found and passed down to me from my Great Grandfather!

https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheMakeCave

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Custom illustrated Zodiac decals! Put ‘em on all the things! Check them out and pick your favorite color over on my Etsy page: https://www.etsy.com/shop/themakecave

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What if your accessories could enhance your life, and not just your look?

I kept thinking about that idea while creating these quartz and river stone pendants. These suckers are HEAVY, in a good way. While you wear them, you can feel their weight on the back of your neck, or bouncing against your solar plexus while you walk—it’s a physical reminder of the present, to stay grounded and calm. I strung them on a hefty leather cord that could hang low enough to scoop up the stone and hold it in your hand. Its interesting to feel how your body heat can be captured in it, and they are just the right size to use like a traditional worry stone.

I love these hefty dudes and I hope you do too! If you’d like one, or think of someone that might need help grounding themselves, check them out over here... https://www.etsy.com/shop/themakecave

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On a walk with my family and we made this little wreath from the pinecones, lichen, moss, and rocks we collected. It was a simple, spontaneous act, but it helped me slow down and enjoy the moment and place we were. A simple way to bring joy to the day.

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random paths

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CROSSED | SNAPPED

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Goodbye Iwata <3

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july 11 2015  |  flag leaf

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july 10 2015

in the end, the best thing i can say is that despite the grey roiling clouds and their willingness to blot out the horizon, i kept my sights on the white searing orb in my mind. that light that burns so intensely it feels cold to the touch, an icy prick that draws blood and freezes it solid on the way, way down  to the dry earth below. but this bed is simply too hot.

its so late. the bed is hot and i can feel a vibration in my feet. my fingers trace along my forehead; it feels clammy and bumpy, like something washed up on a washington beach. its just so late.

something big is happening tomorrow, well, today. i should be asleep but my brain just wants to humm and buzz and coil in on itself. this is the type of night when rest is needed but little will be had. is this karma? irony? fate?

the day should be bright, long and full of people that just dont care. i can sit in my mind but i’ll be standing with my body; that’s just the type of contradiction i’ve come to expect and loathe. if the two could reach some sort of truce, a middle ground, perhaps together i might get somewhere with myself.

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june 25 2015

searching for something to say. doing things instead of feeling them, not knowing whether to keep digging or just fill it in and move on. okay. so when does something truly bloom into its final form? how long have we been subject to sitting here stagnating, growing mold, growing inward and deeper, fuller, larger; but trapped inside the same size shell, building and rippling and bending in places we shouldnt.

the leaves sighed under my feet as i walked. they dont crunch when they are still living, green and bright. a bird must have picked from the stem and dropped them there, waiting in the shade, looking for new roots with which to sip the entombed water below all of our feet.

droplets, ripples, waving water, reaching for me in my dreams, gurgling at me from the patio.

my eyes feel heavy, not the lids but the pupils. they feel as though they are sipping the landscape into my skull, they are filling but not full; heavy with the buildings, pavers, shrubs, and powerlines they sweep over and past. sometimes they feel like they dont work, like my mind is seeing my surroundings before the light reflects long enough in those glassy orbs to actually mean anything. something.

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an introduction

hello there!

my intention with this blog is to treat it like a weekly or daily journal. my writings will be informal, free-flowing thoughts and musings as a means to relax, create, and meditate. my goal is to create the habit of expressing myself in a manner that i am not used to. along with the regular writing, i intend to include photography and illustration as a direct accompaniment to my journal entry, or as a visual entry all on its own, whatever muse happens to fill my glass that day. posting these writings online in this manner is simply a way to create a little bit of accountability for myself so that i can build a strong and regular habit.

additionally, please be aware that proper grammar, sentence structure, and intelligible narrative will not likely be found here ;)

if you find yourself here, i hope the reading experience was as therapeutic and fun for you as the creating experience was for me. thank you.

-ryan z