Creations Imbued with Nature, Spirit, & Intention The Adoring Crow is owned and Operated by Angel Crow, a horticulturist with 11 years in the field on Martha's Vineyard, an herbalist training at Commonwealth Herbs in Massachusetts, a metalsmith trained at the San Diego Art Academy, and a trained cosmetologist. Each item found within The Adoring Crow has begun with hours of dedicated research into symbology, history, and meaning. The elements of each item are combined with thoughtful intention and a dedication to respect nature, animals, and humans. Every item is handcrafted using only hand tools. The metal is hand filed, polished, and cut. Electric metalsmithing tools are not used in an effort to honor the old ways. Candles and resin pieces are hand poured, and plant materials are hand collected when possible. Plant products are collected from trusted gardens and sources, and dried and processed in studio. The Adoring Crow uses recycled and upcycled packaging, materials, and metals, disposes of all materials safely (there is very little waste), and respects all local, natural, and personal spiritual beliefs and laws of foraging and wild/farm harvesting. For more information please visit the FAQ. Artist Statement: I am fascinated by nature, Spirit, and the wonder of mystical places both within and without. I am invested in understanding my place on this Earth both through my experiences of the world around me and that of history and the ancient world. I long for a day when we remember what it was to know our way by the scent on the wind and the curve of the path that lay ahead, when we measured time with the seasons and the setting sun and rising moon. There was a time not far off when we remembered that nature was sacred. So many of us have forgotten the old ways when the Spirit that lives within us was tied and fortified by the land, and the beasts and plants we called friends. In addition to metalsmithing I am also a professionally trained fine gardener. I have spent countless hours tending to gardens, mending broken boughs, and revitalizing languishing plants back to life and in doing I found the spark that tied my heart to the natural world around me and it healed me, and Spirit whispered to my soul to awaken. And now it is my privilege to study herbalism and extend that awareness outwards. Each of the items I create are made in reverence to the sacredness of nature, with the intention to hold onto the meaning that our ancestors found in each tree, animal, and plant and passed on for generations. It is my hope that my work enlivens the bearer to remember the sacred in even the most tender of fallen leaves, the shedding of feathers, and the rocks the mark our paths in this life, the flame that fuels our passions, and scent upon the wind. Each of my pieces is made in honor and in reverence to the Spirit that lives in all living things and connects us all in love. For we are all family, animal, human, or plant. Landscape Once we knew our way By the beautiful features Of the land, The moon as it hung From the vast and shining sky, And the star True as ever To the North. We once wayed far and fast For fear of what wandered near And hungry. And the blood in our ears Hushed the cracks In the nearby thicket. Fear bayed us move Now and quick. And in returning To the peace of cricket clicks And the crackle of a fire We lingered longer Than we do now On any sight that Pleased the eye. Once we dreamt only of landscape, Both desert and flesh, And the languid rivers Dividing softly parted land. We dreamt of stars over lakes And the splash of the fish. And on these visions I long for and wish. The tree painted melancholy On an ever arching sky, Plumes of smoke and cloud, Bursting from a boar bristle brush In the hand of Heavens creator, And we would weep at the beauty Of the ornamented sky Set ablaze by the fire of the sun. The oceans Hummed a whispered melody Of stories millennia deep. And the song of the whale bade us Listen to the words of our holy Mother And stay a while longer in her embrace. Water from her womb sprung All matter of life. My heart it pulls me from asphalt And metal scraping sky. It tears me from cars racing And the quick lip of a sly guy. And my heart it breaks in lament. Have we wondered so far From our Mother's sweet grip As to allow darkness To rise from her fallen beasts? Liquid despair feeding a Rich man's folly And the people that know better Swept quickly under a tide Bred from denial, selfishness, and neglect. These memories embedded In my cells, bones, and eyes The night encrusted starry sky Over oceans and land Beasts on feet and on fly, And here I wonder I wish I miss The absence of mankind. -Angel Crow Press: http://pointbrealty.com/marthas-vineyard-real-estate/index.php/vineyard-vacation/sparrow-made-co-jewelry-inspired-by-marthas-vineyard http://beautybybritanie.com/tag/sparrow-made-co/ Linktree https://linktr.ee/theadoringcrow