thoroughly enjoyed "Women Weaving the Worlds" (Carolyn
Lee Boyd, Beltane 2003). It paralled a journal entry I had
made the day after my twin and I celebrated our 55th new birth
(a journal entry). May 4, 2003
I have a
painting on the wall signed by Sauceda, a local artist I met
when I attended a Full Moon Ceremony. It depicts several women
gathered together, working on projects. One woman stands next
to a sandbox, carrying a can of paint. She knows time and patience
will see the job completed. One woman
faces the sun, hand on head -- perhaps there is too much mental
agitation. Several women are troweling stone walls of a pueblo,
filling their tools with clay. One woman stands on a ladder,
earth on her trowel, rising above foolishness and suspicion..
These are aspected selves of the women who paint and lead, these
are women gathered together working in harmony.
I write this
journal debriefing from yesterday's conversations. My sister
made me a memory quilt for my birthday. Her accompanying letter
I placed into my treasure chest. She writes of the elements
in her design of the quilt, having thought about its creation
for five months. She said she had had difficulty with its sewing,
but that a friend, Barbara, was endearingly patient to work
with her, to remove those stitches my sister thought were imperfect...that
weren't making the quilt come together easily. Barbara says
often the best way to work is to start in the middle and to
has a design of hearts and little women in various print dresses
and big hats lined up on a field of bright yellow. A handkerchief
carried by an aunt was sewn on the reverse. An embroidered sachet
made by our Mother is part of the memories we hold back -- she,
having left to the other side. A favorite aunt's lacey petticoat
was used to create a border, then gathered around Mom's embroidered
handiwork. How did Margo make the machine or her hands work
such intricate and perfect hearts. Yet, she writes of her unskilled
workmanship. I sit in awe and amazement. Naturally, I wonder.
Would I ever be able to do that?
As our friend
Barb says, that's how you begin. You start in the middle where
balance begins. She spoke to my sister and I of patterns, each
patterned instruction making up the delicate balance of our
lives as women. In the creative craftswoman, these two quiltmakers,
each begins in the middle of their hearts. It is the pattern
women rely on, and it guides us to expanded and infinite possibility.
Once I had
thought that in order to solve a problem a woman must start
from her intuitive and emotional side. Men, I had declared,
work a problem from logic and analyze the steps that need to
be taken....to reach the middle. I understand now. From the
middle perspective you can see where confusion exists and holds
you in one place. From the middle all adopted illusions about
your skills need to be cut away like so many unnecessary threads
of experience and/or regrets. Perhaps we are simply creating
a new paradigm -- the new feminine. Sauceda -- Success. New
melodies and harmonies, working together. Quilts Makers, Stitch
Witches -- Mother Earth Keepers, Cauldron Stirrers.
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