The seeds of ideas and plans we brought into the light in the season of Brigit are ready to sprout. How will we nurture them in the coming season?
May your seeds sprout, your sprouts flourish, your flowers bloom and bear magnificent fruit.
The Little Protector Dolls I made today will carry some of that bright hopeful energy of spring’s awakening, along with the fierce energy of the times.
Starting on a new project today, getting another set of Little Protectors Dolls ready for Radiance. On my initial project list, I gave myself the goal of twenty. I have pieces cut for seven bodies right now, and I can get fabric laid out to cut another fifteen or so in the next couple of days. I braided one doll this evening, just so I could say I had done something other than just organize materials.
What magic shall I call upon for this batch of feisty protectors? Little Girl Dragon Energy. Old Woman Rising Energy. Fierce Mother Bears Energy. Ancestor Rescue Energy. Waving Goodbye to the Patriarchy Energy.
What magic are you calling upon for yourself in these days of turmoil and uproar?
I finished the first sleeve. I was afraid it might not look right when I attached it, so I crocheted it on before making the second. I am tired of unraveling, and I am very much in love with the painterliness of this sleeve, so I was really hoping it would work, and I think I have finally got it! One more sleeve, then stitch up the sides, and decide whether to do some finishing at the neck and waist, or leave the rolls, and then I am done.
I thought when I began this project that I might just whip through my projects to get as many finished as possible, but instead I am unraveling when I don’t absolutely love what I’ve made, and enjoying playing with color. I think I’ll finish this in the next week or so.
I have learned so much from this project. I’m learning to let go and remake something if I am not satisfied with it. Unraveling, like all grief-work, is a sacred process.
“When I was a little girl, I breathed fire.” —Nurjahan Boulden
My version of the Hail Mary Prayer has gone like this in recent months: “Hello Maiden, Full of Grace, Love is with thee.
Blessed art thou, Wild Mother,
and blessed is the fruit of thy desire, all life.
Holy Grandmother, Queen of Heaven,
pray for us now and in the hour of our struggle.”
Lately, however, after listening to Nurjahan Boulden use that phrase about breathing fire, I have shifted that first line, to say,
“Hello Girl, breathing fire, Love is with thee.”
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I finished the front panel of ATS 3.0 today! Tomorrow, I hope to put it together. If we get cold weather again this week, I’ll get a chance to wear it!
In the photo, my second finished panel is behind my Vision Board from yesterday’s workshop. I set the board down while I was paying for my parking yesterday, and forgot to pick it back up. I went back this afternoon and found it on top of a trash can!
Today was jam-packed. I left church early to get to a vision board workshop, and arrived late at the Singing Resistance Training because it started at the same time the workshop ended. This is a hard schedule for someone who usually tries to plan no more than one thing a day. But all the things were great things.
One the way to Lancaster this morning, I passed beneath six or seven skeins of snow geese, saw a vulture stretching its wings to the sun on a snag, and drove beneath a raven. A birdy morning.
Last night, I kept hearing the geese calling in the night as I was going to sleep. My friend Sarah calls this an ancient flyway. Yes. What an honor to live here. I can’t remember the air being so filled with geese and swans for years!
With all the busyness of the day, I only finished eight hearts and flowers. I arranged them around the Community card from the Between Worlds Oracle, because community was the name of my game today.
Thoughts on Media in an age of Fascist Media Takeover:
1. I’m already extricated from many of the main compromised sources. I haven’t been watching news on CNN or CBS or the others for years. I prefer NPR and The Guardian.
2. It’s almost impossible to completely extricate ourselves from the fascist billionaire bros—here I am using IG and FB for my own writing and connection.
3. There are some excellent voices to listen to, alternative media sources: Heather Cox Richardson, The Contrarian, The Bulwark, The Intercept, Brian Tyler Cohen (some of these are still pretty white male sources). I read folks on Substack, like Lissa Rankin, Lisa Gonzalez, HCR, and Robert Reich (one white male I trust).
4. If they’re easily distracted by the “newest” outrage and cannot keep reporting on the Epstein files and the abuses of ICE and CBP, I am less likely to trust a news source. Yes, they should be reporting on Iran, too, and the ballroom, and definitely the abuse of the planet. And someone should be keeping regular tabs on the president’s declining cognitive and physical health.
Today’s Project: I knitted on the way to and from West Chester to pick up the college kid for Spring Break (I wasn’t driving, of course). I started just above the pink line, and knitted about 5-6”. We stopped at Labadie Looms in Smoketown on the way home to buy some yellow roving to spin.
Some takeaways from recent revelations: 1. Trust your instincts and intuition. If a man skeeves you out, even a bit, keep your distance. This applies to spiritual teachers as well as acquaintances.
2. Research. If you’re going to a workshop or conference with powerful teachers, do some internet searching first to see what they’ve been up to.
3. Center the voices of women and girls, trans and gay folks, people of color, and poor people. If you are not in one (perhaps several) of those categories, sit back and listen.
4. Find teachers who are not white, male, rich, powerful, heteronormative. Be your own best teacher and guide. Seek community.
5. If that spiritual growth conference or panel is made up primarily of men, or of white people, or of straight people, be suspicious.
6. Scour your social media and to unfollow Deepak Chopra and others who had relationships with the abusers. Maybe while you’re at it, unfollow the influencers who have kept silent about their colleagues’ collusion with the pedophiles. Or write to them and ask them why they are not speaking out.
Today’s project: More rows on The Alone Together Poncho-Thing