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Saturday, August 1, 2009
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Hi all! Sunday morning and I have a day to spend doing stuff I WANT to do, not HAVE to do. And I want to spend the day working on some needlework, and investigating "my space" and what that means. So hmmmmm - what to do ???
ReplyDeleteI decided to pull out the cards and ask myself the first 2 questions from the workshop ...
I am ....
Who ....
and see if I can get some guidance on my day.
Here's what I got ...
I am ... hands (card #4)
Who .... bring forth flowers from a deep inner place (card #5)
Ok I said, let's see what the day unfolds ...
The first project I decie to work on is a knitted octopus that I've made as an "icon" of my women's circle - a group of 8 women who are busy, busy, busy. An octopus is a sooooo fitting image of us, all of us moving about the world in different directions but connected to each other at the center. I'm at the point where I need to connect the tentacles I've made to the core of the body, and so I spread out on the living room floor with the instructions, the tools and yarn, a cup of coffee and last night's popcorn.
As I start to attach the tentacles, one by one, I am mindfully holding the group in my heart (in honor of the intention of the cards I drew!) and I think about how the octopus is such a perfect symbol for us, and then I remember how we used to be a circle of nine, but then Kat moved away. I have a moment of regret and sadness that I am making this symbol without her being represented.
And then to my amazement and delight, I discover that in the making of the tentacles, I accidently (as if there was such a thing as accidents!) made 9 of them!!! How cool is that!
So I'm making the octopus with 8 legs, as the group is at present, and I am stuffing the 9th leg into the heart of the body of the octopus, where Kat is with us now.
And that is my story of how today, I - the hands - created a piece of needlework from a deep inner place of gratitude.
Thank you Carolyn for this gift.
Fran
PS. the day isn't over ... maybe more later!