I am so grateful. What a lovely cool morning. Gray, wintry. Monday morning. Awake alive and happy.
I was so blessed to participate in the Crone’s Breath circle on Saturday. Six women—including me—in their 50s and 60s. Even the very beginning was wonderful. I was the first of the four (the two facilitators were already there) to arrive and I was asked to wait in the courtyard to let the others in. I sat in the sun, and rocked in the swing, and waited in perfect unknowing anticipation of the hours to come.
We cast a circle, sat around an altar with Hecate and Eve at the center of the triple crossroads, and in front of Paraskieva, a crone sculpture created by V and B. From Paraskieva’s arms hung lots and lots of strips of cloth, all different patterns. After we each chose four patterns for ourselves, we found out that we get to make quilts for ourselves. That we must never give away. For ourselves only. This workshop turned into a wonderful sewing circle.
So funny for me, the total sewing novice. We cut and seamed and pressed and cut and seamed some more. And then we traded squares with each other.
I can’t wait until next week’s gathering. What a wonderful treat.
The rest of my weekend was filled with time with a friend and lots of visual input. Saw Milk on my own; and Cadillac Records with my hula sistah Sana; and, with sister and dad, Joe Turner’s Come and Gone at the Berkeley Rep. I loved the two movies. Loved them! And found myself bored by Joe Turner. I was downloading apps to my iPod Touch and checking emails after I woke up from my nap. Boorish I know. Oh well. Boring play leads to my boorish behavior.
And I got to go dancing right here in Emeryville. Blues dancing in the east bay. Half a mile from home. How cool is that!
Life is lovely and I am honored to be present for it.