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About Cynthia

I am a textile artist, embroiderer, wood burner, costumer, painter, and weaver who sees magic and change in the chain stitch and a well done Palestrina knot. I wish I had more control over the ways of the human world but alas, all I can control are my actions and my attitude in life and the consistency of my stitches. And sometimes even that doesn’t pan out as hoped and I must rip rip rip.

What is up with all the grasshoppers?

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I had to post again today when I found a little friend on my office floor.  Very dangerous place, that.

With the exception of a few months here and there, I have lived in the Pacific Northwest my whole life. 48 years. And until last year I have NEVER seen a grasshopper in a garden here. Not one. Then, last year, I found a dusty gray fella in my rosemary patch. But this summer? They are everywhere. Well, not really because then I guess they’d be a swarm of locusts, but I do keep finding them.

Two very bright, green grasshoppers on my car, one found with Patrick also bright green, and this morning one on the floor of my office, black with gold. There is lots of grass and trees near enough to my office but this fella had to get on top of a one story roof and then into my window, no easy feat. I rescued him and put him outside, I almost squashed him by accident when he was on the floor. This solidifies my feeling that Grasshopper is trying to tell me something.

So I did a quickie google search on grasshopper totem. This is what I found with great snippage for the important parts.

Listening and responding to your inner voice as well as using it in a complimentary way towards self and others is equally important.

Gotta keep working on that.

When the grasshopper-locust appears to us we are being asked to take a leap of faith and jump forward into a specific area of life without fear. Usually that specific area is one that we have avoided and is often connected to change on a larger scale. This can represent a change in location, relationships, career or just in the way we perceive ourselves.

Hmmm, very warm, hot even. Certainly have had some changes in relationships lately. Relationships with people and with things. And definitely with how I see myself and have decided to present myself to the world.

Those with grasshopper-locust as a totem must remember that the gifts of mother earth are available for everyone if used in sacred and practical way. Sometimes a person forgets that sacred balance and takes more than is needed. This can also signify individuals taking from you. Are others demanding too much or your time or energy? Is responsibility being placed on you that is not rightfully yours?

Hahahahahahaha! Well alright then. Sacred and practical. That just cracks me up! Thanks Mama, I heard you! And I’m doing all I can about it.  And yeah, that’s been happening for a long time. And I have no one to blame but myself because I’ve encouraged it even.  Sacred appears to be a common theme of late as well.

These are some of the questions to ask yourself if the grasshopper-locust presents itself to you. Remember life becomes more difficult when we refuse to leap forward into the magic of change.

Well then.  Guess this time of change and transition isn’t done with me yet.  But I am not refusing to leap.  I hope that I am leaping with great joy and abandon.  Because one of the things my heart tells me that Grasshopper is saying to me is that I must play more and stop working like an ant all the time.  I will get to play at OLOTEAS this weekend and that’s good.  That said one of the hardest things for me to be is not so serious. 

Patrick has been very good for me in this area of my life. Bringing the play back in, sparkles and glitter to offset all the black.  Thanks my love!

Wheel of Year in felt part 2

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I was so stoked on Tuesday evening after posting about my Wheel of the Year project that I went home and drafted up all the remaining pie pieces, made the applique pieces, and ironed them on. Wednesday I started embroidering.

I’ve got pictures here of the pie pieces and you will see after looking at the last one that I missed it a bit on the ears. The images are very plain at this point but I thought I would like to mark my progress with this project so I’m glad I have them in this state.  Applique work, the kind I do, typically looks pretty plain.  God/dess is in the details and that is true with embroidery, but applique in particular.

Lammas: Picture this goose looking more Canadian, with black and white markings, flying over waving wheat stems.  The wheat hasn’t been drawn in with my trusty water dissolving pen yet.  This goose is brown velveteen and very lush.

Litha: Imagine this frog with sucker fingers and toes and the cattails with long stems and spike leaves in bright spring green. And little pointy bits on top.  The frog is green wool and the cattails are brown velveteen.

Yule: I figured out the cardinal by removing the pine.  The colors are much richer, the silk velvet a gorgeous red for the bird and berries, the leaves a hunter velveteen and the branch brown velveteen. Beak and legs will be embroidered in.

Here is where the ears come in.

Imbolc: Lambs, really!, frolicking under may lilies because crocus made me crazy so I moved the may plant up a bit.  Think snowdrops if you have to.  But my lambs?  They literally look like wolves in sheep’s clothing.  gah!  The legs are bit weird but I figure this is folk art right?

This is what I had in mind and I see now that the ears are not slanted nearly enough.  The lambs are the only animals I didn’t get images of in advance.  Lesson learned.  So, will make new heads and ears tonight.

Sacred Illness? Or Sacred Salvation?

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A sacred illness is one that educates us and alters us from the inside out, provides experiences and therefore knowledge that we could not possibly achieve in any other way, and aligns us with a life path that is, ultimately, of benefit to ourselves and those around us.
— Deena Metzger

I saw this quote on gratefulness.org today.  And it resonated with me. It said in so few words what I have tried to communicate for over 10 years.

12 years ago I was diagnosed, by myself and others, as an alcoholic.  18 months after that I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. Some thought that my alcoholism stemmed from my pain management.  Perhaps.  I think that the minute I drank with intent and got buzzed at the age of 13 I was on the rough and ready road.  But I digress…

My sponsor, also a pagan, and I discuss language and thought and the law of attraction and magic.  Part of me halts at this phrase Sacred Illness because it doesn’t deal with, at least not directly, recovery but illness…  But adding the word sacred to illness is a huge leap in consciousness for me. Reminds me of adding “in bed” to every fortune cookie fortune.  Add Sacred to any word and it changes it completely.

When I got the first of those diagnoses I was devastated. I thought it was the end of my life and my happiness. As if I was happy!  *snort*  I was miserable.  I began going to meetings, I turned my back on my witch path in order to try and be spiritually open minded (I know, I know), I did the footwork.  And things were getting better, step by slow step.  But I wasn’t ready for the fibromyalgia deal.  When it came I wanted to  run and hide.  And I quit my job because I couldn’t work enough. I thought I was also going to be not only in pain but in poverty. For the rest of my life.  The sadness overwhelmed me some days.

And then a person entered my life.  A person I would rather not see now.  A person who was sober but not sane.  But in two ways he changed my life for the better and while the ending was ugly I find that I must still be grateful for all it brought me.

The first thing that happened, and that brings this topic up for me, was that he introduced me to a medieval recreation group, a mix of true living history and folks just in costume.  While that group changed me and was the initial inspiration, what really did the trick was hours and hours of doing something I loved, anything having to do with textiles but mostly anything with a needle and thread, with or without fabric.

When I was very young my mother and her mother, Goddess bless them both, taught me the arts they knew.  Their arts included cooking, gardening and flowers, crochet, sewing, and embroidery.  Their arts also included long walks where they showed me the frozen pipes along the lake, back when my city got really cold in the winter, the fallen leaves in the woods in the autumn, the growing grass and the hidden eggs.  I learned to sew on a machine at 8.  I have my first embroidery ever thanks to my grandmother who saved it.  But somewhere along the line my training didn’t progress and I gave up sewing clothing.  Alcoholism and a love of bad boys took away my embroidery. But! My solid familial and traditional foundation of Nature and Nurture came back with sobriety.

When I started playing with that medieval group I thought I sucked at the sewing but I loved the costumes and textiles arts so much by then, in my early sobriety, that I just kept plugging away.  Making not so authentic stuff, but it was beautiful.  It really was.  And they were Sacred Clothes.  I sold the old stuff to make room for better and more beautiful things.  My concept of beauty morphed several times.  I found that no matter how pain wracked my body was I couldn’t not sew and embroider.  The passion so burned in me that I kept at it no matter what.   And I started knitting Sacred Socks.  All my socks are knit in 12 step meetings. Meetings where the heart and the spirit reside.  They are endless knots of love to everyone I give them to.  In order to keep what I have I must give it away.  Sacred Gifts.

Some time had passed before I realized how much I had changed. Not only was I going to meetings every day because I wasn’t working but I felt pretty darned good. I was happy.  I loved creating. And I found out that I am an artist.  That I have something to give to the world.  And no one was more surprised than I.  *laugh*   That realization, that I am a creatrix, blew my mind. Sacred Artist.

Today, I teach classes on what I do and many of the students say things like “I could never do that.” or “I’ll never be as good as you.”  I try to tell them that everything I learned I learned because I did it every day. 40 years worth of learning. That I went to the library and got every book I could get my hands on that showed me how to do the things I was interested in.  And I did it every day.  Because I wanted to.  No matter how shitty it looked. And then I made another one.  Most of them are right, they will never get there simply because that is what they believe and they make it true.  But the one who keeps making crap?  I see them improve and they do it every day. And for me?  I had to do it or die.  Swear to God.  Sacred Crap.

“Anything worth doing is worth doing badly.”

The road I had to walk to get here, the 23 years of active addiction, the unknown years of physical pain, well I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.  But the gifts that they both brought me, the gift of myself, my soul, my passion, my love of all things (yes, all *sigh*), those gifts are priceless.  Today I still feel darned good most of the time.  I still don’t drink etc…  And every day I still stitch.  I have no choice. I couldn’t not to do it.  Sacred Passion.

And I have my path back.  Sacred Goddess, Mother of Us All

Sacred Illness indeed. It altered me from the inside out. It “aligns us with a life path that is, ultimately, of benefit to ourselves and those around us.”  How did it align me?  It forced me to be quiet. To sit and stitch because I could do nothing else.  It gave me time to discover myself.

So mote it be.