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The Fiber of my life....

As I spend the next few months following my oath to prepare for trance working, I have found that the Gods are teaching me in the strangest ways!

Allfather is intent on poking His nose into all that Frigga is having me do!

I have hand chosen every lock of a beautiful fleece and added a bag of wonderfully soft wolf fur to it. Yesterday I made my first Indigo vat and dyed all of it to perfection. It all sounds pretty straight forward doesn't it!

Well today as I was hand fluffing each lock (yes, this is part of my internal exercise) I began to see the greater picture of my actions.

The symbolism of the act of being led to chose each lock was apparent to me, but as I began to meditate on the fiber I realized the journey it portrayed.

The wool is cut away from the sheep - how appropriate for the losses I have experienced!
The locks are cleansed to bring out their purity and beauty.
Then the choosing... To create a holy thing, much intent and thought is put into it, random acts do not seem to carry the same strength.
The Indigo dye bath was an enormous metamorphosis! As the fiber absorbed the Indigo, it became an ugly yellow green color... Then as it was brought back out of the liquid, the distinctive Blue shade "blossomed" and grew right before my eyes! So it has been within myself... After being pulled from the ugliest periods of my life, I have found that my own true colors have blossomed to a thing of beauty!
While fluffing the fiber to prepare for carding, I was reminded further of the internal processes of becoming "less" before I can become "more". Just as the locks are picked until they become light airy fibers, I too find myself becoming separated from all that I thought I was. I sometime have felt that I am becoming weaker rather than stronger as my identity is picked apart!
Then, I remembered the next step that I am preparing the fiber for ~ the blending of the wolf and the carding together.

This process is one that I liken to a gathering of individual pieces into a cohesive whole. Just as a Batt is made ~ so too are my sometimes shattered pieces being prepared to blend with the strength of the wolf ~ into an interlocked entity...

As I begin to spin and weave the magic of my life ~ I will let you all know of the visions it also brings to me of this journey into "Becoming".

"She will tell no fortunes, yet well she knows the fates of men."
Sturluson, Snorri. Prose Edda, Skáldskaparmál.


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Apr. 5th, 2008 10:40 pm (UTC)
Very beautiful! Thanks so much for posting this.
Apr. 6th, 2008 03:12 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for sharing this. :-)
Apr. 6th, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
beautiful! your journey is an inspiration to us!
Apr. 6th, 2008 10:29 pm (UTC)
Very lovely & inspiring! Odin likes to poke his nose in everything women do, it seems :3.
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