Amazing Feminine Flush
Went up to meet queenofhalves(Ph.d student) and kateri_thinks (prime directive - feminist catholic kicking ass with the Jesuits)at qos's (M.div grad) place on Saturday. Four women together three of which had never met one another and it all came together like a perfectly woven shawl. Now it seems that I check their LJ info and they are friends with or know people that I also am acquainted with either in real life or via LJ alone. I felt an instant liking to these women. Each of us were instintive and true to our feminine intuition. I was introduced as a "Hearth Witch" (not introduced per se but when speaking of food... ya know, my love of things Hearthwise was evident). I took this to be a clarification of my Stregha blood and bones. I no longer keep my Stregheria books around as I don't find it necessary to ritualize that which I know by instinct. It is my culture, such as being Italian.
Hearth Witch became a recurring theme in my mind that evening. kateri_thinks immediately latched onto why I became a Benedictine through this. The concept of Benedictine Hospitality was what drew me to the Oblate path with the Benedictines. "All guests who present themselves are to be welcomed as Christ," says The Rule. It has been an easy skin to grow. My bones are stregha but my flesh and soul is Benedictine. This is how I explained it to Thom later that night when describing the water ritual of the beautiful madre perla bowl/chalice/cup.
Water is life giving. I knew that qos was blocking that element with all that her spirit could muster. True to form, the imbalance met with resistance only resulted in backlash. Plumbing that's been stopped up for too long is only going to gush when it finally gains enough pressure. I hoped that the water we all had contributed to blessing in her home would remind her to welcome it, not resent it, not set her teeth on edge against it, and realize that it truly was working in subtle ways in her life. The ceramic of that bowl was exquisite, with inlaid shards of mother of pearl. Once again it was the instintive kateri_thinks who pointed out that it was not a bowl but a cup. qos brought it out to give it away. My mouth watered for a second until I realized that the gift she had received was meant for her and it was our job, our purpose for all being together at that moment to make sure she knew what it was for.
On other fronts...
I dyed my first batch of merino today. I have made some rookie mistakes and my blue hands now attest to that. However, the color combinations are fabulous! Blue, purple, green and salmon all make up my Northwest, these colors came naturally to my hands at the shop that sold them. I didn't quite know why I was pulling them only that they were what I needed to produce. I now have accurate color depictions of mornings on the Sounder train with the sun rising over the beauty of Mount Rainier. The salmon not only live in the water but in our skies. Fall and winter are times of breathtaking sunrises and sunsets with purple, blue and salmon mingling among strong clouds. I am always amazed at my beautiful Commencement Bay on weekday evenings. Quality of light in the fall brings an eery bliss.
Hearth Witch became a recurring theme in my mind that evening. kateri_thinks immediately latched onto why I became a Benedictine through this. The concept of Benedictine Hospitality was what drew me to the Oblate path with the Benedictines. "All guests who present themselves are to be welcomed as Christ," says The Rule. It has been an easy skin to grow. My bones are stregha but my flesh and soul is Benedictine. This is how I explained it to Thom later that night when describing the water ritual of the beautiful madre perla bowl/chalice/cup.
Water is life giving. I knew that qos was blocking that element with all that her spirit could muster. True to form, the imbalance met with resistance only resulted in backlash. Plumbing that's been stopped up for too long is only going to gush when it finally gains enough pressure. I hoped that the water we all had contributed to blessing in her home would remind her to welcome it, not resent it, not set her teeth on edge against it, and realize that it truly was working in subtle ways in her life. The ceramic of that bowl was exquisite, with inlaid shards of mother of pearl. Once again it was the instintive kateri_thinks who pointed out that it was not a bowl but a cup. qos brought it out to give it away. My mouth watered for a second until I realized that the gift she had received was meant for her and it was our job, our purpose for all being together at that moment to make sure she knew what it was for.
On other fronts...
I dyed my first batch of merino today. I have made some rookie mistakes and my blue hands now attest to that. However, the color combinations are fabulous! Blue, purple, green and salmon all make up my Northwest, these colors came naturally to my hands at the shop that sold them. I didn't quite know why I was pulling them only that they were what I needed to produce. I now have accurate color depictions of mornings on the Sounder train with the sun rising over the beauty of Mount Rainier. The salmon not only live in the water but in our skies. Fall and winter are times of breathtaking sunrises and sunsets with purple, blue and salmon mingling among strong clouds. I am always amazed at my beautiful Commencement Bay on weekday evenings. Quality of light in the fall brings an eery bliss.