Late January, when I got back from Boston (and the White Mountains, a very special gift waited for me in North Carolina.
I had admired Kathy's jewelry and talismans.
I honestly believe that not just anyone can make a talisman. Yet having one of hers here by me,I know the hand of the Heart is on these; the Heart's eye in action.
Only someone with a clear spirit and spiritual Gift can make a talisman of any power. I can tell you, this vessel feels like an inspired instrument of the sacred space I believe dwells "between" all things; dwells as a third (holy power) between thoughts and spirits /souls. Always, Spirit indwells and awakens when one listening heart avails itself to another's heart cry whispering its simple voice.
This is true inspiration; a breath gift shaped into & as object. Inspiration happens into art, as Spirit moves and acts by Grace through us, for joy and creativity. Why else are we alive!
We ask and we receive. Soul to soul, simple as it should be.
I went out to the river with my vessel.
I hung the vessel on a branch near the water and tried to focus my emotions where they did not will to take me.
(my note from Kathy said the silk tissue was to release sorrow... )
I might have to do this again and again... but
I let it open gently in wind...
Thank you Kathy for this generosity and shared grace! I will treasure it always!
Such a beautiful day.
After some lunch I did yardwork in shorts. The rhythmic energy of raking helped a patch of subtle anger rise up inside,and then such a sadness blossomed. I leaned on the rake watched the river and let it flow down my face. What else could i do?
I really suddenly needed a tissue tissue. ")
(This is how i know my KVK talisman works; it brings on a cartharsis; because it asked me to act out a sacred ritual between myself and my feelings. Doing this, and even posting this seemingly simple action, o how it hurts *but helps! An incredible gift to give.)
Later the wind kicked up. We sat by the choppy water (me wrapped in a cotton blanket) and tried to record sounds of the river (recording is a new desire, random sounds and some oral history). Someone made me a strong Vodka drink in a jelly jar with two overly bright broken cherries where olives should be. The talisman and its flowers were inside--the house, my heart, my attention.
We watched the sun set on the first day of Spring 2010.
I was shivering. Some fallen pinecones and twigs helped light a transitional fire, a symbolic end of Winter and opening to Spring.
It felt so good, feet to the flames, me thinking fire (and time) (the care and generosity of others; love) all cleanses.
* don't let the sun catch you crying
Hey momma where do we get air... * Dat Dere
Last photo: reflections in sunporch doors leading out where the darkened river, the trees, the clouds dolphins crabs snakes jumping mullet deer ducks eagles crickets cormorants red headed woodpeckers gulls blue birds blackbirds ... pelicans herons the rocks and ferries and sailboats rest; out where the wind (right now in pitch black space) makes musical sounds with the house; out where all of you live, and love and dream and play.
I wish you Joy as wealth, as health.