I feel like the one or two brief posts I’ve made here over the last couple years were inevitably leading to this one.
Having made a TV/rec room for the kids and their friends, we also finished up the Christmas/Yule making that we had on the needles. It’s a Rock Fact!
Some time in 2023, I began (involuntarily!) a very speeded-up emotional healing process. I guess sometimes this just happens. It reset a lot of intentions in my mind… many of which were solitary, or at least did not depend strongly upon community.
After years of Inclusion Inclusion Inclusion, I thought Oh no.
Spearheading, advising, organizing… I just couldn’t. Not now… And not here.
I haven’t been going out of my way to be reclusive, but I’m finding that I feel healthier right now just not getting too committed to any groups, festivals, workshops. I don’t have the space to take on something new. In the next three years, both kids will graduate high school, Tuck will be finishing his thesis, and we will be putting the house up for sale. ALL of us have lived here longer than we’ve lived anywhere else in our lives.
Sometimes now I just concentrate on much smaller things exclusively.
St. Brigid is “my” special saint because of Imbolc and my birthday.
We made a few different types of St. Brigid’s crosses with wax craft sticks.
And then, I knit a St. Brigid’s cross. Took much longer than I thought, and this yarn fuzzed up quite a bit, but I’m still pleased.
So what’s going on with our work as a collective, and particularly one that was focused on community, inclusion, and teaching others?
I’ve been giving thought to processional arts and every little nuance of folk culture (banners! Tassels!) And while I’m still excited to costume and parade in my community and others, costuming right now is more about Comic-con with family and friends.
I’ve made some very first steps in creating electronic circuits.
I’ve identified a musical instrument I’d like to play.
I will improve my French knot skills.
We will not be leaving Philly under a cloak of darkness. Don’t worry, you won’t miss it.
