Thursday, July 11, 2013

---Shop News---

Today is Pablo Neruda's Birthday!  I love his poetry!  
I was so happy to find all these wonderful items on Etsy that celebrate this great poets life!

---SHOP NEWS--- 

Save 25% in all 4 of my SHOPS!  
Use coupon code INJOY25 at check out Expires 7-31-13

Today's News will feature InJoyGatherings

As I mentioned in a past blog I am moving all my sea glass & tendrils to  InJoyGatherings.  I receive a fair amount of convos (<--that means emails in Etsian) about my buy 3 get one free offer on my "Tendril" Copper Wire Ornaments.  So here is a visual for those folks that a picture speaks a 1,000 words.

So Buy ANY 3 "TENDRIL" that are listed in my shop and receive a FREE marble tendril that is from my stash at home.  This will be an unlisted tendril that is of my choosing  and a marble tendril.  Any more questions PLEASE feel free to contact me...I am always happy to explain or just chat!  Buy 3 get on free is an on going offer but paired with the 25% off coupon it is even a better deal!!  I will be busy this week getting more "Tendrils" listed at the keep checking!

(while supplies last the same offer applies at  


So of course, I will close with a Pablo Neruda Poem!  The Sea in honor of my In Joy Gatherings
~~~~I AM at the BEACH TODAY~~~~at "the university of the waves"~~~~

The Sea

I need the sea because it teaches me, 
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, 
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, 
or only its harsh voice or its shining 
suggestion of fishes and ships. 
The fact is that until I fall asleep, 
in some magnetic way I move in 
the university of the waves.
It’s not simply the shells crunched 
as if some shivering planet 
were giving signs of its gradual death; 
no, I reconstruct the day out of a fragment, 
the stalactite from a sliver of salt, 
and the great god out of a spoonful.
What it taught me before, I keep. It’s air 
ceaseless wind, water and sand.
It seems a small thing for a young man, 
to have come here to live with his own fire; 
nevertheless, the pulse that rose 
and fell in its abyss, 
the cracking of the blue cold, 
the gradual wearing away of the star, 
the soft unfolding of the wave 
squandering snow with its foam, 
the quiet power out there, sure 
as a stone shrine in the depths, 
replaced my world in which were growing 
stubborn sorrow, gathering oblivion, 
and my life changed suddenly: 
as I became part of its pure movement.
- Pablo Neruda

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