October is the month when Father Sun’s medicine seems most powerful: mystical, magical, simultaneously ethereal and ephemeral. This place is famed for his light in any season, but in October, it becomes something altogether more otherworldly, a gift of spirit that is itself invisible and at the same time exists wholly in its visibility.
Some traditions daily call Father Sun, sing his path across the sky. Now, winter just around the corner, that path shortens, but becomes ever more arduous. In such traditions, the spirit that lights our days needs our help to complete his daily pilgrimage, one that keeps our own world spinning on its axis and illuminates our path as we make our own much smaller journeys.
In this place at the desert’s summit, the sun’s gaze is an outsized presence. In this season, the air is so clear that it makes it seem possible to extend one’s hand and actually touch the light itself, as though it were a tangible thing, a chance to hold the sun’s own glowing gaze in one’s fingertips.
Wings has made it possible.
These earrings are the sun’s eyes given corporeal form, a bit of the warm chatoyant light that turns the land gold and the shadows long. From their description in the Earrings Gallery here on the site:
Father Sun’s gaze is chatoyant warmth and golden fire, captured in a pair of earrings that embody this powerful spirit’s own eyes. Two solid, substantial sterling silver conchas lightly domed, repoussé-fashion. Each is stamped with concentric rings of traditional symbols: the sun’s coronal flare spiraling clockwise, extending into sunrise symbols. Beyond the small signs of the dawn symbols of life itself open and flower, each secure in the embrace of a ring of larger sunrises edging each concha. At the center sit the spirit’s eyes themselves: round tiger’s eye cabochons of near-feline aspect: the same warm rich golden brown of our people, gaze touched with a pearlescent fire that forms the light and warms the earth.
Sterling silver; tiger’s eye
$375 + shipping, handling, and insurance
They are fire and flame, filtered to, tempered with, ultimately mediated by the earth’s own cooler softness, rendered safe for the sight and skin of the creatures that live upon it.
Our days here grow short; Father Sun retires early, and the moon presides over ever-longer dark. As the trees exchange their bright regalia for dormancy’s muted robes, as the air sharpens its edge and chills the world before the snow, it’s a gift to have a tangible reminder of that which gives us life even in the coldest, darkest days yet to come: the gift of the sun’s gaze.
~ Aji
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