What Will It Take?

Tying Up Loose Ends

Day 64:

Another busy day, but I found some time to make a few hearts and flowers for Pride.

At the beginning of this year, I pulled a random Star Word out of the basket at church: Music. At that point, I think I had already been hearing some of the Singing Resistance songs on the internet, but had no idea that they would be spreading everywhere, that I would have the opportunity to join with other folks to teach them here in my area. I am grateful to be able to participate in bringing the music to the resistance. This afternoon 40 people gathered at Dover UCC to sing together and to talk about how to support our neighbors.

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What Will It Take?
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

What will it take for you to love
the spark of Holiness inside you?
What will you risk to follow heaven’s bird
when she opens in your heart her indigo wings?
What will you answer when the Holy Ghost
begins her sparkling and velvety questions?
Will you cower in fear, or tip your ears forward
in joyful anticipation when you hear the howl
of the wild creatures calling your name?

Will you fall down on your knees in gratitude,
in joy, in awe, in worship
when you meet the spirit for whom
only you can be the dwelling place?
Will you tend this temple,
will you raise an altar,
will you offer the best of everything you have?
Will you love the immortal being
lodged within your mortal body,
and love also the body it lives in?

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Knit a Spell: 100 Days (55)

Tying Up Loose Ends

Day 55: 

About five rows tonight. And a card from the Forest Fae deck by Nadia Turner: The Old One. The ancestors call. Seek their wisdom.

Today is National Haiku Day. Here’s a photo of the one I wrote last year.

Knit a Spell
by Beth Weaver-Kreider

she knits and crochets
purposeful tangles in string
to trap evil men

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#The100DayProject Day 3

Day 3:

It’s harder to see the progress in only a few rows today, in about 15 minutes of knitting. Long day.

I’ve been wanting to write a little bit about Art as Resistance. My husband and I have both been enjoying creating thoughtful and artful signs for protests, so that’s one kind. Poetry which calls the dictator and his toadies to account is another kind. You see it everywhere sprouting up on the internet: reels of fierce new protest songs, comics and collage and editorial cartoons and posters and t-shirts and buttons. I want to keep pushing out my own art and poetry in active resistance to cruelty and evil.

Also, simply doing art of some kind is, for me, a powerful resistance. Bring me beauty! Bring me joy! Set my feet to dancing! We’re in this thing for the long haul, and we need all the art, all the music, all the poetry and dancing.

Recently, knitting and crocheting have been extremely regulating for me. The Files and the evil they uncover have me quivering daily in fury that dysregulates my nervous system. I feel like I am dissolving into a red haze. And so I take up the yarn, repeating the same stitches over and over again, watching the stripes of color appear, feeling the softness of yarn sliding over my fingers, listening to the swish and click of yarn and needles. I am going to need to stay grounded and regulated if I am going to stay in the fight. Making art is part of that necessary medicine.

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