Back unto the Earth the Stories Re-turn..!

Six years ago this basket was woven, woven with the whispered prayer of wholeness and be-longing..my hands finding home in the sally rods when all around me my world was shaking, crumbling.. back unto the womb of great mysteries. The serpentine soil my roots clung to rejoiced & danced with the earthquake, my own feet trembled, while in awe..witnessing one dance so beautifully within the thresholds of rebirth.
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Over the course of the next 13 moons, I picked up each of the shattered pieces of my home & of my heart and wove them back unto wholeness. This basket was one of many from that journey.
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Now she returns to the Earth six years later in a Portland compost heap and I bless all the layers & stories one body, one basket can behold. Within the re-memberance: grateful beyond measure for where my roots rest & soul creates these days—anchored & mostly whole, feeding the light, and dancing more gracefully in the storms of the dark dark nights. .
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Cherishing my last couple weeks in the wilds of B.C. (more to come!)—although me heart is forever & dearly feeling the pull across the sea..! I am looking forward to kissing the sweet salty soil of Éire, getting back into the swing of the markets, cherishing the long Irish summer days & weaving away for my summer exhibitions ! So so magical island hopping in B.C. though— orca whales, bald eagles, weasels, spotted owls, wild hearted two leggeds, and the best cream coffee of my life.! .