Family = profit?
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witchscauldronHardly...but it was very gratifying to have my family buy some of my jewelry. My uncle's building me a nice wooden display rack now - it's gonna be great. Nice pale pine or ash on the inlay, and plain black on the outside so I can put a design on it. Had lots of ideas about beading some copper candle rings, too, and working on my blades.
Mm - we are SO going to Crafty-Day at L. and A.'s on the 25th. :) I have some nice fresh vine wreaths made from my Grandfather's grape vines I have to share. Crafty ideas galore. I got your beads, Elfy, for your leaf necklace - I will probably get that done after I get some more Beadalon. :)
Yaay. Over all it was a great weekend. Good food, family, friends - esp. certain drunk friends in the park *snicker* - and lots of time out in the trees at Kilmarnock.
Been thinking about what makes us what we are...not as people, but more magically. Mostly about what influences the sort of energy we like to work with, the way that things result from our workings because of that. I was pondering this as I was harvesting wood and vine from the back yard (a yard in name only, really). I really wonder how much of where we become people - whenever we truly achieve our own individual adult personality - factors into what colours the energy we shape and the style we do so with.
Me? It's the movement of the river, wide and blue (somtimes grey). It's the sweep of a cirrus cloud over a flawless blue October sky. It's the dark rolling menace of steel-blue storm tempered by twilight. It's the trembling of the aspen and mountain ash, the many oaks and apples, the cedar and pines in the back forty. It's the fern and moss underfoot as you walk back to the dock, and the grouse that explodes into flight only feet infront of you. It's the gold of sunset staining over the dried grass and bare trees of November. It's deer and coyote and duck and geese and hound and bear and crow....it's Kilmarnock. It's that place. That energy shaped my magical style and my energy.
Mm.
My grandmother wants to move. She wants to leave Kilmarnock, and all of those things that are so unique to just that one little corner of the land, behind. I'm a little perturbed by that. It was hard enough when my mother moved, and I lost that part of my home. Then my grandmother died, and another landscape of home was gone. I guess I feel like I would totally lose a very large, and the last, portion of my "ancestral home" if they were to leave Kilmarnock. I know I don't have any right to say anything...but I don't want to lose that. It already feels ungrounding - just the possibility leaves me tense, as if I'm waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me.
I also worry about my grandfather. He's not a religious man, but he's very spiritual. When the big jack pine in the back yard came down after the ice storm, Grandfather finally started showing his age. And then he started losing his sight. He had always called it his spirit tree - I wonder if it really was. Kilmarnock is his home. He moves around the house and the yard with ease, because he is so familiar with every nook and cranny. I don't want my grandmother to take him off that land - I feel not only will he lose that familiar terrain which makes it easy for him to get around, he'll lose some deeper tie, like he did when his tree finally died.
Mm. Lots of thought.
Today we took a drive, letting me drool at the marvelous, flaming trees, and enjoy some fresh air. I only hope the rain this week doesn't take too many leaves down before the weekend - I can't wait to see them on the road to Bancroft.
Love to my tribe, my many friends, and to anyone who needs it.
-M.
Mm - we are SO going to Crafty-Day at L. and A.'s on the 25th. :) I have some nice fresh vine wreaths made from my Grandfather's grape vines I have to share. Crafty ideas galore. I got your beads, Elfy, for your leaf necklace - I will probably get that done after I get some more Beadalon. :)
Yaay. Over all it was a great weekend. Good food, family, friends - esp. certain drunk friends in the park *snicker* - and lots of time out in the trees at Kilmarnock.
Been thinking about what makes us what we are...not as people, but more magically. Mostly about what influences the sort of energy we like to work with, the way that things result from our workings because of that. I was pondering this as I was harvesting wood and vine from the back yard (a yard in name only, really). I really wonder how much of where we become people - whenever we truly achieve our own individual adult personality - factors into what colours the energy we shape and the style we do so with.
Me? It's the movement of the river, wide and blue (somtimes grey). It's the sweep of a cirrus cloud over a flawless blue October sky. It's the dark rolling menace of steel-blue storm tempered by twilight. It's the trembling of the aspen and mountain ash, the many oaks and apples, the cedar and pines in the back forty. It's the fern and moss underfoot as you walk back to the dock, and the grouse that explodes into flight only feet infront of you. It's the gold of sunset staining over the dried grass and bare trees of November. It's deer and coyote and duck and geese and hound and bear and crow....it's Kilmarnock. It's that place. That energy shaped my magical style and my energy.
Mm.
My grandmother wants to move. She wants to leave Kilmarnock, and all of those things that are so unique to just that one little corner of the land, behind. I'm a little perturbed by that. It was hard enough when my mother moved, and I lost that part of my home. Then my grandmother died, and another landscape of home was gone. I guess I feel like I would totally lose a very large, and the last, portion of my "ancestral home" if they were to leave Kilmarnock. I know I don't have any right to say anything...but I don't want to lose that. It already feels ungrounding - just the possibility leaves me tense, as if I'm waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me.
I also worry about my grandfather. He's not a religious man, but he's very spiritual. When the big jack pine in the back yard came down after the ice storm, Grandfather finally started showing his age. And then he started losing his sight. He had always called it his spirit tree - I wonder if it really was. Kilmarnock is his home. He moves around the house and the yard with ease, because he is so familiar with every nook and cranny. I don't want my grandmother to take him off that land - I feel not only will he lose that familiar terrain which makes it easy for him to get around, he'll lose some deeper tie, like he did when his tree finally died.
Mm. Lots of thought.
Today we took a drive, letting me drool at the marvelous, flaming trees, and enjoy some fresh air. I only hope the rain this week doesn't take too many leaves down before the weekend - I can't wait to see them on the road to Bancroft.
Love to my tribe, my many friends, and to anyone who needs it.
-M.
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Date: 2003-10-13 06:14 pm (UTC)- Underwear Gnomes
-hugs- Glad you had a good time, and I'd be kinda mad losing my ancestral home.