The Hull is so happy, hanging with its new friends. I can tell.
I love sharing how my patrons hang their cocoons, don't you?
photos kindly provided by J.B.
It's a major buzzword these days, thinking, doing, walking, breathing, all with awareness. It can get exhausting, if you're not in the right space. It's easier, some days, to go through the motions more robot than human.
It is also an important word, any day, any era, any world. How do you walk through life? With your eyes open and staring up, down, or ahead? Perhaps closed? A mishmash of all of these, depending on the moment, whirling around trying to grasp what's flying past?
Lately, I've been making more of an effort to be aware of my seat in the universe, especially in my studio. If I'm going to create beauty, I want it to be soulful beauty, as often as possible. I know it's an energy flow, and it will ebb and flow with the tides, but I am aware of it. That, for me, is the struggle/goal/inspiration right now. To be aware of my intention when I sit down at the bench, comfy chair, or loom. To work with an open heart, crafting each piece with care and love so that it will fit you the best it can. The more I do this, the more often it works out. Practice works- who knew? (ha!)
Here's where this path has taken me, lately.
a bag and cuff, mellowing out together, soon to be finished.
cocoons, hanging from the ceiling, waiting for their embellishments.
the latest weaving project, color movement through tiny yarn of silk and wool.
The Guardian, a custom cocoon for a talented jewelry artist I met this summer. She reached out initially about a different cocoon, but ultimately chose for me to make one just for her. True Self, finding Her, sacred space, trees, and gentle energy were our themes.
Tendrils, greens and rich blues were requested. Though it turned out more purple than blue, I ended up loving the evening-twilight-between duskiness of the colors. The sway of tendrils weighted down with beads. Tucked in here and there are beads she sent me to use. The inside speaks of geodes, the tendrils of roots (rooting down into her inner self-journey).
Opening to the light.
Journey within, find the jeweled cave, your shining soul, heal, rest, love.