Monday, November 22, 2010
It's easy, in my small world, (the gourd studio, the farm and art/flute events) it's not about how fancy you are dressed. I must admit the clothes looked very pretty, the colors, the textures, the style, still it's nothing I can't live without. I am happy in my black shirts and pants with bright scarves, a change in jewelery and a vest if it's cold. I wasn't drawn to the stacks of neatly displayed stuff as I tried to find my way through a store that had a path to zigzag you through several departments to tempt you with goodies. The mirrors and lights and pathway reminded me of being trapped in a crazy fun house at the fair. I almost panicked!
If I go to a mall once a year it is to go in and come right back out. I can't fathom spending hours there any more. Oh, don't get me wrong, I felt I had to do it when my children were small. I was a conservative shopper then, always looking for the bargains.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Touch the Earth Gently, has a much bigger scope than just my small center of the world. I worry everyday what we are doing to this Earth on which we live. The scope of stuff we throw away everyday boggles my mind. They (the greedy ones) don't make things to last anymore, "throw it away, replace it with something better", is the theme of most companies. It's not always better, my 25 year old washer did a much better job doing my laundry than this new one I have. The reason I replaced the old one? Because they no longer make parts for the old one. Yet again the secret of the greedy minds causing us to purchase new. Do you know the life expectancy for my new washer is ten years, do the math (if you can) how many of us will be replacing our washers in ten years? Where do you think they go after they are hauled away? How many things end up in the landfill leaving your house? What do you do with plastic razors, plastic containers, tin cans, junk mail..... the list can go on and on. I recycle what I can and each time I take thing to recycling I pray it is truly recycled and not just something to give me a little peace about what we throw away.
Touch the Earth Gently had another meaning the other night in the tipi. My friend and I sat at the little fire talking. I saw her put her hands on the Earth and just touch. I watch as she moved them to another spot and then she said, "I can feel the electrical charge from the Earth coming into my hands and I can feel it go up my arms!" Have you ever sat on the Earth and touched it gently and really felt how alive it is? It was an awesome experience. I too touched the bare Earth with my hand, I could feel the prickling electric charges. At first it is like your hand is going to sleep, then it gets greater and the charges move up your arm like little lightening strikes. It was truly amazing.
Friday, November 19, 2010
My friends and I often find ourselves thinking about one another and then one makes the phone call to the other. One day I was calling one friend and my phone rings and there she was calling me! We always laugh and say, "I was just thinking about you!" Awesome stuff when you listen!
Last January I had this idea to take pictures of the hands of my children and grandchildren, as well as Richard's and mine. I was having this time of reflection about my own hands, when did they begin to look old, where did their youthfulness go. Who's hands in the family resemble mine or Richard's? I decided to take pictures of all the hands in our family and do something with them, although not quite sure what, still waiting on the inspiration or "message". I still have all these hand pictures. I think it was the beginning of what I'm about to share now.
In October, I attended a retreat, I have found that at these retreats there is always something revealed to me. I don't remember anyone else getting this particular message, it was just something I needed to hear I guess. Before getting this message however, I had a wonderful massage. While getting this massage I, of course, was chatting. The topic of aging hands came up, I mentioned the photos of the family hands I have. She began telling me about a trip to Peru and at the end of her work there, all the children put their hand prints on a cloth and someone talked all the Chief's into doing it as well. She described how wonderful it was, the sizes, the hands receiving knowledge and the hands of the ones sharing the wisdom. This light bulb idea went off in my mind to do a swirl of my family's hand prints on the cloth door of my tipi lodge. I was so excited! It was if I had made the most amazing discovery! Then something was mentioned during one of the sessions of the retreat and hands again were in that message, it was brief, and it confirmed the idea that I had to do the artwork of hand prints of my family on that tipi door.
[I might also mention here, the tipi door I am still using was the same door from my old tipi lodge that was nearly shredded in a summer storm this year. When I ordered a new cover, I kept the old door to continue to share the spirit of the old tipi with the new.]
Thursday, November 18, 2010
I'm eluding to the open house that I just had at the gourd studio. I spent weeks before the event preparing gourds. I have to clean the studio, moving storage tubs out, rearranging the space, sweeping, dusting, decorating for a more shop like appearance and less of a workshop. This major cleaning only happens once a year, so it is a big deal. I also have to have the house and the grounds acceptable for guests, not that they care, but I do, so it is important. My dear friend and I talked about all of the preparations, it is like a ceremony, doing all of these things. Many prayers are said during this time, some are as simple as asking for the strength to get it all done and others more sensitive to the people coming. It is done with so much joy and excitement. I think about food, coffee and treats. Thankfully, a friend brought cookies and another friend brought a birthday cake, there were plenty of goodies, what a relief! I sent out postcards and this year only half as many as usual, something happened to my list in the computer, I lost half of my 600 names and addresses. Will anyone come?
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
I want things to be open and honest. I want to respect the opinion of a person and decide if I agree or disagree. I don't have time to worry about it being a truth or lie! Okay, I live in a dream world, believing that everyone is a good person and is only wanting to help save the world. Is it wrong to want this?
Voting in our small community is much like a social event. The people at the polling tables are all friends and neighbors. And yet we have to show a personal id when the person has already greeted us by name! We stand and visit with people we don't ordinarily see. We leave asking one another who this person was or that person. Often times we haven't seen them since high school or as least since our children were out of high school. I wonder how many people go away asking there friend or spouse who I was too!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Secondly, I mentioned awhile back the I had to get a new washer, my old faithful washer of twenty five years could not be fixed again! So I have a new washer and hate it. Well, I guess it does wash the clothes and I should be grateful I have a washer. The problem is the new designs in washers, where did the lint catcher go? I know there is stuff that needs to be "caught", I live with dogs and cats you know! So I find the "lint" all over my clothes and hope the dryer will whisk it into it's lint basket. The person who created this new design doesn't live with critters! Did they ask users of washers what they want in a washer? I don't think so! I hate how quiet it is, I never know what part of the cycle it is in as it swishes and whirs through the washing and spinning! Hanging around until the load is finished to throw things in the dryer is impossible to know with this new washer! Then it spins things so thoroughly that everything in pressed to the bottom and sides of the washer, I have to hope the dryer takes out all the crease lines. Many things I hang to dry, if the breeze outside doesn't shake out the wrinkles then I have to iron! I really don't like my washer, I think it's "efficiency" is not my efficiency! Not when I now have to pull out the ironing board!
I also have to go and have a prescription filled. Why do they only make them for thirty days, how many months have thirty one days? I could use that extra day today!