Monday, December 30, 2013

Thursday, December 12, 2013

for the love of my own Red Thread

I have my own eclectic spirituality. I connect with Nature, I confer with Deity and tend to my practices. I've reduced the amount of spiritual and occult jewelry from my early days as a Meandering Pagan. Oh, I've got them still. My silver charm necklace of two pentagrams, a medicine wheel and an Om symbol is worn sometimes. I get Questions. I answer them. There is, however, one item made by my own hand I wear more frequently ~ a beaded cord woven on a lucet about ten years ago. On a sunny day in the yard, I felt a need for Rededication. Here, in this place that is our home. All I had with me at the time was my red beaded cord tied 'round my neck. And so, Bippity-Boppity-Boo, it became my own Sacred Red Thread, my connection to God Hirself and all that it entailed.

The first time I'd read of the power of Red Thread was in The Knitting Goddess by Deborah Bergman (in particular, Chapter 2, Isis, Red Magic and A Warm Stole With Wings). In this chapter, Deborah tells of how she was knitting herself together, knitting the seen and unseen with red thread. Later on down the road in my life, I hear of Madonna and Demi and a host of other famous folk taking up the threads of Kabbalah sporting the red thread on their left wrists. And further yet, I read how Shiloh Sophia was gifted a Ceremony of the Red Thread in her conversation with the Blessed Mother about bonding with a group of women quickly, to facilitate the visionary work at hand.

But these are not my Red Threads. My Red Thread is the one of living and dying, of the chronos and kairos, of divine and sublime. My Red Thread is easily worn either around my neck or my wrist depending on the personal weather. It is not my protection or my connection to others or that which knits me back together. It is my umbilicus to the Mother ~ something a woman needs when her biological mother is absent or emotionally distant, no matter her age. This Red Thread I made is heartbeat and blood and sinew infused with the starstuff of Life. It is the heart worn on my sleeve.

The thread I made ten years ago has become worn. That dedication was made when I was in a different Place and so is also worn. I am now in a new Place and it is simply time to knit a new Red Thread, adding beads both old and new, a random rosary, a prayer for each one all in Rededication to God Hirself and all that it entails.

My frayed old Red Thread . . .

Red Thread in my art journal . . .

What knits it together . . .

seen and unseen.

Red thread strung with beads from the old thread and some new beads waiting to be knit into a sturdy I-cord.

Wednesday, December 04, 2013

Mythic Thread

Cat Caracelo's VisionQuest 2013 is coming to an end.
It has been an interesting sojourn for me.
Discovering creative dark corners, depths to plumb, the making of new things in new ways.
This is my parting piece for this course I've titled Tides.
It is made of handspun wool (Corriedale, I think), a clay face by Lyn Belsile, driftwood, 
beads and found objects.
Soon enough, I'll be deeply engaged in VisionQuest 2014, an early xmas prezzie to myself.

My Mythic Thread Tides.

It's the little things coming together I enjoy . . .

bright beads, shiny wire, fuzzy art yarn strands . . .

strands of old necklaces, fat glass beads, knitting pattern with a million mistakes . . .

the precious clay face adorned with threads, beads and swan down . . .

it all comes together for something . . . personal and mythic.

Sunday, December 01, 2013

post-turkey trauma recovery

Some of us were weaving in the ends on a really big afghan.

Another one of us worked on a new spread for the upcoming week of ruminations.

Which turned into this.

This painting was signed and declared complete unto itself.

Someone was still working on theirs.
All good ways to recover from a busy holiday.
Includes nap time.