Making Beads For Me

    

   Bitter cold frost fights the early spring sunshine this March morning, the bird song loud and cheery as this bead maker gets ready for another day playing with his flame, more magical focal beads I hope will be produced and dreams of that one perfect bead will still ride my thoughts.

    For the first time in years I’m making beads I like, those beads I enjoy and those beads that excite me when I empty my kiln, no more will I spend days making beads that mean nothing to me, now I get that pleasure once more that I felt before my bead making became my living, once more I feel proud of my beads.

   Sometimes we have to take a risk in the way we earn our living, in my case did I wish to churn out beads that meant nothing hour after hour just to make coin or would I prefer to make beads that maybe not so many people would buy but beads that made my working days far more enjoyable, I’ve taken the second option. And by doing so it has once more lit that passion inside me that I really thought I had lost, there were times I even considered leaving my torch cold to seek another path to follow but thank heavens I didn’t, for I know how unhappy I would have been without a flame in my life and that warm kiln beside me.