Now since the Talisman class I have been looking for things to collect.  This looks like a snail shell, but it is really just a rock.  But man, what a rock.  It is one my mother would have loved for sure.

Maybe it was her hand that placed it in my path after that class opened the channels through the mediation.   It was just sitting there on patio yesterday!

Now it is in my collection box.  I need to get a "BOX" .  You know, not just a box, right.


I have no idea why this computer now turns some sentences black.  the following sentence reads:  Remember a few days ago when I was working on a book project?  Making DiNozzo sleeping on a bed?  Well, I wasn't feeling it much.  So I decided to rethink my choice.

  Remember a few days ago I was working on that book project?  Making DiNozzo sleeping on a bed.  Well, I wasn't feeling it a much.  So I decided to rethink my choice.

Here is my stepped up version.  I changed my book to Lisa See's The Tea Girl From Hummingbird Lane.  She kills that tiger who is killing her husband.  He deserves to die, but still.

And it turns out that she has a head for business, when girls are not supposed to be worth anything.  She brings prosperity to her poverty village by selling the P'ua or exotic black tea.

Finally, a use for all those tea bags I saved...…




I wanted take some photos of Sawyer today in the yard.  His outfit was so cute.  But that kid LOVES water.  Frank turned on the sprinkler and you can just see the moment I lost him!

Poor Frank - I took the Talisman Class and Loved it

Sawyer was with Frank and I on Friday.  He had been climbing into his old walker and scaring the bejeezus out of me.  A friend had given me several pieces of baby equipment no longer used by her grandbaby and I pulled out the baby motorcycle thingy even though I figured he would be too young for it yet.  But he needed to climb on something.

So we went with it.

I was surprised he was able to figure it out so quickly and get the bike moving with his legs.   He figured out how to back up by himself and he was parallel parking before I knew it!  He is a smart little cuss.

On Saturday I went to the Livingston Arts Council for the CFAL Class taught by Donna LaFleur Amulets, Talismans and Spirit Pouches.  We started with a lecture series and sharing our talisman we brought to work with.  We did some guided meditation and used our visions to begin working on our projects.

I loved sharing the stories with the other ladies in class.  We each had items that had special meaning only to ourselves; rocks, a piece of ribbon, a broken doll head, an old dog tag.

Mine started from a piece of shirt that was retrieved from a CAAWS Board member Libby's axle on our first visit to the shelter following the flood.  It was a great messed up piece of shirt with holes and lots of meaning.

I have always been conscious of rocks, large and small.  There are some that live around my fountain on the patio  we have picked up from all over the country.







Some were brought in by my rock loving mother.  I don't think of rocks without thinking of her.  Donna gave me some great ideas of how to work with rocks as talismans and incorporate them into meaningful pieces or embellishments.








As an underthought in all of this was the idea that so much of my "stuff" was tossed out after the flood.

So I am embarking on another collecting phase now that I have a purpose for all those small bits and pieces of things...…..poor Frank.




 Here is Donna, our teacher and spirit leader.

 

Here is my own unfinished pouch -front and back.  That is
my Irish Setter Ginger's dog tag from 1986.



it kinda reminds me of Sponge Bob SquarePants......hmm

 Here are the all the different pieces that were worked on in the class.

Everyone loved the techniques, the teacher and the meditative aspect of the whole process.

Now I want to make become one with the spirit of all my fabric!