This morning I’m thinking about a warrior woman–one woman in particular–a scrappy keeper-of-goats living in the harsh yet beautiful desert of the SW. Not a place for the weak of body or spirit. I’m joining her this morning in solidarity, vowing to take back what I’ve been relinquishing–stepping out of this small, spiteful drama and reclaiming, to the degree that I can–a sense of perspective–a sense of how it goes. Viewing the big screen in high definition.
This warrior woman was part of a weaving exercise using a little box as the loom. She stands on cloth dyed with black walnuts. Mounted on fabric mordanted with sumac. Her head is one half of a sampler I made while practicing slow cloth with Jude Hill. And yes, Jude Hill is a warrior as well. As was my mother. As is my daughter. My sister, friends cousins and nieces. This is for you.
As far as I know the Bowling Green Massacre theory is an alternative fact. Not a truth.
This butterfly–slow stiched during a gentler time spent online with Jude Hill–is meant as a reminder of the value and beauty of truth. It’s a pocket–a safety net–to hold written words or ideas that clarify one’s world view. And it’s a reminder that butterflies aren’t alone in their struggle to avoid extinction.
This morning’s prayer flag. Stitched with cloth pieces from older incomplete projects. Patched together for unity. A truth holder.
Sometimes that’s all I can do. Stand firm. Or at least it’s all I can try to do.
May 6, 2016. Last post. And today I’m starting anew. From a different place. Completely different. When I read back over prior posts, there’s a lot I’m not “hearing.” I’m not hearing the things that I need to say now. For good reason. Now looks so different from then.
Yes, I did have a very busy year–from May to December. I don’t know how many shows I attended as a vendor–one or two a month. This year I’m more selective perhaps but still anticipate monthly shows, beginning in February. Surprised myself by finding that although they are hard, I like meeting people. And truthfully (my truth–not “alternative facts”) the scarves were well received. So…clearly unable to live on my meager monthly entitlement, selling at shows will be in the future for as long as it works.
OK. Enough. I’m freaking out. Cannot believe what’s happening in our country. Cannot believe the casualties already–truth was the first to fall, soon to be followed by the demise of our environment, and perhaps even democracy as we knew it.
I post infrequently on facebook. Mainly just to an eco print forum but sometimes to my page. Lately I’m noticing the intensity of the political things I’m “sharing.” And I’m also noticing that in the past I’ve shared with trepidation–afraid? Not wanting to alienate anyone? I’m not sure. And because facebook on some level turns my stomach, I’m back here. Back to followingthread. Here I can say what I need to say from an uncensored place within, and that’s what I aim to do. Starting with this. People, freedom-of-speech is on the chopping block. We Americans can hardly imagine what a world without it would look like. So let me suggest a vision–a totalitarian state unlike anything we’ve known.
Yesterday the president issued gag orders on many federal agencies. I know I’m not the only person freaked by this. The ability to call and comment on whitehouse.gov has been removed and now requires internet access to either text or post on facebook. 15% of the nation have NO internet.
Somehow I’ve got to get on top of this–this feeling/mindset/mood/condition that seems to be taking me away from myself. Old strategies aren’t working very well. I meditate. Try to practice mindfulness. Breathe. Pray. And it all helps for a while, but soon the heaviness returns.
So back to the healing powers of ripping cloth. This morning, my second prayer flag. Made from eco dyed and eco printed fabric. During the time I was doing this, I realized that once again shredding cloth alleviates stress. I’m imagining many more in the days to come.