Once upon a time I had a poster of John William Waterhouse’s Lady of Shalott. I loved it- the lighting, the shadows- the beautiful story of imagination and magic that drenched the scene, and sparked the imagination. It was years later that I read Tennyson’s poem, which was not at all the story I’d read between the brushstrokes! And I loved it anyway. But just this week, I listened Loreena McKinnett sing the ballad, and once again my mind drifted among the reeds, and where the lilies flow… and I dreamed this pendant.