Saturday, January 14, 2012
Creating
I love making things in nature. It has been an outlet of mine for a long time but the last few years I have really used nature as my canvas. I began creating hearts in the sand in memory of my Mother who passed away almost 3 years ago. The first time that I knelt down in the sand and drew a heart for her was an amazing experience. I could feel her looking down at me from the heavens and smiling at my creation for her. I continued making hearts on the beach, in the woods or anywhere it felt right. I make them out of natural elements such as stones and sticks and always leave them behind. It is so healing for me and as I make them I talk aloud to my Mom telling her how much I miss and love her. I share pictures of my hearts in a book that I have written about my path of grief and how nature, writing and creativity have been my greatest tools for coping with loss. I want to publish my writings and will share them as soon as that happens. Today I set out on a walk with intentions to create and feel a connection with my Mom. I was walking through the woods where I found a piece of twine stuck in some branches. I unravelled it and carried it along with me thinking of something that i could make out of it. I was at Fort Hill which is where the first recorded Native Americans made a fort on the hill overlooking the ocean so they could see incoming boats. There is this really neat rock there that has scrapes, grooves and smooth areas where the Indians would sharpen their tools such as knives, axes and arrows. There is much Native American history here and it always makes me feel safe and content when I'm walking the trails that they once inhabited. I was still wondering what to make out of my twine as I thought of my Mom and her love for Native American art and culture. Then I knew what to make, a dream catcher. I walked around looking for a round circular shape already made naturally by branches and trees. It took a little while until I found it. In the sun in a nice quiet place I started by tying a knot at the top of the thorny branch and looping it around in a clockwise direction over and over until it was complete. I added a few ferns hanging off the bottom that were blowing along the path by my feet. It came out perfect. I thanked my Mom and the energy of the Native Americans for aiding in my creation. I sat down in front of my dream catcher with the sun beating down on my face and meditated for a few minutes. It was the spiritual connection I'd been longing for and I am "catching my dreams" by seeking guidance, change, movement and creative inspiration.
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