gloating over the books we had made - they unfold in four
directions to hold words of wisdom, wit or whimsey, drawings,
doodles or diagrams or whatever else takes our fleeting fancy
and in the end shows us who we are.
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India had one more surprise in store for us, in the late afternoon
we stitched onto flimsy prefelts, covering them on both sides for
we stitched onto flimsy prefelts, covering them on both sides for
stability, wetting them and felting them a little and thoughtfully
gathering more windfalls for their dye process, this time as a
farewell to this beautiful place we had worked in.
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Just before dark, our bundles went into yet another witches'
cauldron to soak up the magic over night.
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In the early morning we did the ritual circling of the wolves
inspecting all our fished out bundles
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and again after finding our own by the string we had made on
the firt evening and our individual wrapping technique, and
spreading it out for all to see.
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Pegging them on the line and yet again admiring our handiwork.
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The finished product:- my little book nestling on its travelling
cloak ready for additions on other journeys.
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The sorceress at right with her able assistant on the chapel
steps having farewelled her students after a job well done.
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It still amazes me how India, being well centered herself could,
in her quiet way take a disparate grup of women and by tranquil
stitching, folding, felting and dyeing and making string, imbue
them all with her own inner peace.
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