Monday, August 2, 2021

Memory Lane and a Woven Path: A Map


Today I spent a long while looking at All of my 'cloth people' cards and letters. I've saved them all, even through my ongoing purging. Even last summer, while getting rid of so much, this treasured bag has gone untouched. Anyway, today I went looking for a small story Marti had written to me. I wanted to recall some of the details. You know how we all wallow in the goodness of Marti's story-comments :) This led me down a memory trail filled with acts of kindness, sweet words and heartfelt communications. There were memories of projects past like, Dee's "Charleston" and Mo & Rod's "I Dream of a World..." and so on. There were bits of cloth or drawings tucked inside. Some had come with small gifts of good friendships, like audio books for my commute. Some were from folks who aren't blogging much or at all or from those who no longer visit/comment on the Trail here. All were, all are a gift to me, because all, each one was filled with love. So much Love. The postcard above seemed timely with all of the map talk going on recently. It came from Our Michelle, who doesn't stray far from my mind for too long. The card below, also from Michelle, felt timely because those are Washoe Indian baskets on the front, and there are reservation lands where I lived in NV...and where that Alpine "Tamarack" fire has been burning. There were lots from Michelle. I hadn't remembered that. These cards and letters from all of you filled me up today.

We did not go out today as planned, but no worries, the Community Medicine Bag project has no pressure. We are considering the heat, the likelihood others will be out to find one and other such things. Yet, I just keep going, keep weaving. You saw this one on the loom in this post

I'm in love with this yarn! It is so soft and thin and the colors ebb and flow, telling their own story. I've been experimenting  with different ways to use it and how that impacts the colorways. I have completed two bags with it and then the one on the loom...with more possible. This ball of yarn is shrinking fast! One of the Medicine Bag's being made will be for a friend and maybe one for me or for the CMB project. I'll show all of them when I'm done.

In the top pic where the earth browns began to turn red, I was reminded of the phrase "fire on the mountain" from the old Marshall Tucker Band song.

In the bottom pic, I studied how the colors flowed, without the interruption of other yarns. Technique note: I did weave a band on each end and added the golden band on the left side. I then wove (right side - towards the left) straight through. Letting the colors do as they would. I was a tad surprised how "rainbow" it looked when done, as it didn't have that feel while I was just going. More with this yarn later.

Looking at the yarns originally put aside for this project, I'm tickled to see just how busy I've been!

May your memories be good friends

May your days be woven with goodness


Photos by NAE @pomegranatetrail ©2021


Liz A said...

the tangible bits make the ether real ...

Marti said...

Memory can be fleeting, or it can be a quick passing fancy that has lodged itself into our hears. It can also be so strong and so tactile that when it comes rushing in, the stories it holds are immediate, as if they are being experienced for the very first time:

This morning I had such a memory when I viewed the last photo of your post Nancy, the photo of your beautiful rainbow colored weaving. This photo brought a burst of joy and wonderment as I recalled the fist time that I saw the "Ahu Ulu", the Hawaiian royal feathered cloaks, at the Bishop Museum in Honolulu. The texture of your weaving just resonated with my memory of these cloaks. Many bird feathers were woven into a netting comprised of fibrous vines, the colors were not rainbow but consisted mainly of yellow and red feathers from many birds but especially the honey creeper bird.

When I lived in Maui, one of my favorite places to visit and I did so regularly was the Maui Crafts Guild in Paia. Many different forms of art were displayed but I was always drawn to the woven arts. The weavers, all of them women, would sit with their pieces of cloth, yarn but mostly fibers from assorted grasses, vines and plants. These weavers were elderly creative spirits, "Aunties" who laughed and talked story and after a time, they got to recognize me so I was privileged to be invited to sit with them. I listened, asked a few questions but when they tried to show me how to weave, I simply told them that I was there to see and listen and for some reason, that delighted them...truth be told, I probably felt that I would be all thumbs. The Aunties had such a natural rhythm to their work and to how they talked story and for me, it was the story, the language, Hawaiian and English in equal measure, that kept me coming back, time after time. To this day, if I close my eyes, I can hear their voices and they wrap around me like a feaster cloak for these are treasured memories.

Mo Crow said...

beautiful colours in your weaving & haven't heard Fire on the Mountain by the Marshall Tucker Band since the mid 70's thanks for the flash back!

Marti said...

Correction: last line of my comment should read, "wrap around me like a feather not feaster cloak... although these memories are certainly a "feast" of sensory images!

Nancy said...

Liz~ Oh, indeed! I enjoyed the sense of calm and friendship while reading these letters/cards. Your International Day of PEACE gifts/cards brought that sense of peace right into my hands. :)

Marti~ I agree with you on the ways memories work. even if one doesn't recall something in the cognitive sense, I've always felt that in some way that action, event, words, or whatever has become a part of you, woven in to who you are. There were many cards I had not recalled, but the friendships that have bloomed since I joined Jude's Circle are so real and deep, maybe specific details don't matter?!
I had to go look at the "Ahu Ulu" for myself and WoW! I can totally see why the stretched out bag reminded you. Perhaps it is because of the slight shimmer in the yarn and the feathers?
Lastly, how lucky were you to sit with the Aunties to hear their stories and watch their hands working. An honor for sure. I can understand your hesitancy in joining in the weaving...even though I know you could totally do it - but, sometimes bearing witness is what is called for. xo
PS I read right over the typo, but, yes the feathers are a feast for the eyes!!

Mo~ Every now and then, thanks to You Tube, I go back in time and listen. My mind's eye can still see the view from our concert seats back in the day! I still love their music.

Nancy said...

FROM DEE ~ "How nice to assemble the emphemora of friendship. I miss Michelle often, too."

Dee~ oh yes, see that friendship made visible, tangible :) I know you miss Michelle as well. Many do. xo

Liz A said...

after reading Marti's comment (as always, so full of story), I looked back at the bit of weaving again and this time I saw serape ...

Nancy said...

Liz~ Yes, a serape! What a nice thought :)