Holding The Space
My fingers tell their own kind of stories; the old stories. They are constantly reaching into the past and uprooting fistfuls of earthen veins in need of translation. Holding The Space is the physical manifestation of how I have come to know love through listening to my body as it converses with the earth. Every basket begins the same way: Gratitude. I say thank you, I ask for permission, I harvest (with permission and purpose), I weave. I thought about removing this piece, out from under the great umbrella of Love Propaganda - but really, I think, weaving is entirely in-line with my mission of helping love stay. It is my constant source of checking-in, remembering, feeling, dreaming, and it is my hope that others will be able to hear the language of the earth as it is translated from ground into container. Art, as well as practicality, can be very helpful as we try to understand the world.
Every culture makes or has made some kind of natural basket -- It is a skill as old as our need for it. By staying connected with this tradition it is my way of holding a small space for ancestral wisdom to inform and connect future generations with the earth, with the past, and with each other. If you would like to learn this skill, or if you would like a basket of your own, please contact me and we can talk about it.
"Ecological well-being and the laws of nature are always the first row. Without them, there is no basket of plenty. Only if that first circle is in place we can weave the second. The second reveals material welfare, the subsistence of human needs. Economy built upon ecology. But with only two rows in place, the basket is still in jeopardy of pulling apart. It's only when the third row comes that the first two can hold together. Here is where ecology (Respect), economy (Reciprocity), and spirit (All Our Relations) are woven together..."
"...By using the [natural] materials as if they were a gift, and returning that gift through worthy use, we find balance..."
- Robin Wall Kimmerer
Everything has a life, everything tells a story. I am overjoyed to look upon the material world and follow the storylines of countless objects back to their home in the ground.
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