People have a natural reaction to blood: most shrink from it, some fear it, and some are fascinated by it. Ancient Temple practices, as in the Desert Mishkan ( from the word "dwelling place: a feminine word, and related to the Divine Feminine, the Shekhinah)consecrated it, and those who touched it, by separating them..
Sometimes, a filament of a thought or a prayer comes to me as I'm working with wire, weaving strand after strand, hopefully, making a piece both beautiful and strong. Sometimes, I will have forgotten about a flaw which was present from the beginning, thinking, "I'll come back and fix that later,"...