Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

The core of the strong are like emeralds waiting for light to reach them. They breathe and thrive in pain. They prevail knowing, in the end, they are treasured even if for some moments. The weight they carry feels like death, feels like life too. At least they know death, they know life, they know why emeralds get their name. 

We are returning to Jewelry making, prepping to for the return of our classes. It’s been awhile and I am loving how these memories of jewelry making are coming back so naturally even though the last time I made anything was close to years ago. It’s been a while but pieces like this emerald necklace I made back in 2019, are reasons why this life will always be full for me. I am in the business of creating always and every single thing I have ever created is for his glory and praise amen.