Wandering Moth Chronicles of Musings

Inspired by the Magically Mundane

Inspired by the Magically Mundane

A collection of photos that stopped me in my day.  To forever be caught in time, a photo to remember the moment.  But a moment that stands out where no...

Inspired by the Magically Mundane

A collection of photos that stopped me in my day.  To forever be caught in time, a photo to remember the moment.  But a moment that stands out where no...

Bonsai in the Yule Season

Bonsai in the Yule Season

Pre-bonsai trees adorned for the holiday season.  A notion I had not thought of before this group of bonsai lovers.  There is so much knowledge in one room during our...

Bonsai in the Yule Season

Pre-bonsai trees adorned for the holiday season.  A notion I had not thought of before this group of bonsai lovers.  There is so much knowledge in one room during our...

Wandering Moth as a Creative Release

Wandering Moth as a Creative Release

What happens when we look into the origins of stories, where we've come from, where we will be, and who we will become?  Does the world pull us in directions,...

Wandering Moth as a Creative Release

What happens when we look into the origins of stories, where we've come from, where we will be, and who we will become?  Does the world pull us in directions,...

jewellers saw used by wandering moth

More Love Poems

A love poem for a jewellers saw.  A common hand tool among bench jewellers.  My beloved.  A poem written for our relationship to ourselves, how it can be most healing...

More Love Poems

A love poem for a jewellers saw.  A common hand tool among bench jewellers.  My beloved.  A poem written for our relationship to ourselves, how it can be most healing...

parallel pliers used to make handcrafted jewels by wandering moth

Parrallel Pliers - A Haiku

Poetry runs through my blood, coursing through generations, a creative outlet when no others will serve.  Poetry is just words, made up by the limitations of man.  If I could...

Parrallel Pliers - A Haiku

Poetry runs through my blood, coursing through generations, a creative outlet when no others will serve.  Poetry is just words, made up by the limitations of man.  If I could...

Jeweller by Day, Poet by Night

Jeweller by Day, Poet by Night

I make jewelry.  Sometimes I write poems about jewelry.  There is so much to love about the process in making the final product.  Because life is all about the journey...

Jeweller by Day, Poet by Night

I make jewelry.  Sometimes I write poems about jewelry.  There is so much to love about the process in making the final product.  Because life is all about the journey...