We were never a natural relationship. Our love was never really supposed to be forged; our hearts were damned spirits, writhing and convulsing against the pull of fate. The dirt beneath our feet, the leaves in our hair, the moss under our fingernails, all signs that the wood had tried to pull us in, tried to drag back the part of it that belonged there; him. I had become an inevitable attachment, a limb that the roots of his extraction could not shake off and the forest hated me for that. It felt me and heard me and longed to murder me. I could sense the resentment in the very soil as I walked through the mouldering leaf litter each day, each evening. My presence was not wanted. I was intruding upon something dense and primal, something older and more conscious even than any humans I had met. In dreams I could feel the power of the forest, the unseen creatures that screamed and tore about in the night, and I knew that I had become as much a part of the woodland as I had become a part of him.
"A Green Man is a sculpture, drawing, or other representation of a face surrounded by or made from leaves. Branches or vines may sprout from the nose, mouth, nostrils or other parts of the face and these shoots may bear flowers or fruit. Commonly used as a decorative architectural ornament, Green Men are frequently found on carvings in churches and other buildings." -wikipediaThis earcuff goes with this necklace: [link]
Silver plated wire, pyrite bead and a sterling silver leaf charm.